Wild Pink – Still Coming Down | Album Review

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Fire Talk

I've been thinking, maybe too much, about the many ways you can interpret the title of Wild Pink's new album Still Coming Down. I imagine my mom on the phone with a faraway friend, looking out the kitchen window, neck crooked, telling her friend, “Yeah, it’s still coming down.” I think about myself nervously texting a friend, asking if they’re planning on still coming down for a visit. I see a stranger at a bar ordering another beer, saying they’re still coming down from a bad day at work. It’s a title that demands characters and scenes, and throughout these nine songs, John Ross delivers. 

Still Coming Down is Wild Pink’s sixth LP and their first since 2024’s barnstormer Dulling the Horns. Back when that album was released, Aly Eleanor aptly described it as “rougher and rowdier than the band has ever sounded before,” and it absolutely was. Saxophone chaos and lyrics wound so tight around a steel pedal that one misstep could have veered into cacophony. Wild Pink’s previous four albums all varied between soft heartland rock and an emo twinge, but Dulling the Horns offered a foray into that sweet alternative country sound and stuck the landing. Twangier. Looser. Still Coming Down is still rough and still rowdy, but this roughness and rowdiness have been transferred away from the sound and into the stories that Ross creates within each song; imagining different people — a pleased shopper, a bank robber, someone pumping gas — living in the landscape of Wild Pink’s sound.

The album begins with “Box Store,” a track that sounds like a monologue Jason Lee’s character in Mallrats would give while walking the aisles of different stores — lyrics about a strip mall, a beloved air conditioner, and how underrated William Fichtner’s acting is. Instrumentally, the song also serves to establish the robust sound of the album, confident and solidified compared to the crunchier, still-experimental elements of Dulling the Horns. Ross has always had a fullness to his music, but with longtime bandmate Dan Keegan smashing through this record on drums and both Meg Duffy (Hand Habits) and MJ Lenderman (+ his collaborators in The Wind, Landon George and Xandy Chelmis), this is simply the loudest Wild Pink has ever been. This approach of burying complex feelings about life between opinions on Mark Wahlberg’s acting career and a cruisin’ guitar make “Box Store” a total dudes rock song, maybe the first in years that makes me think dudes rock is worth saving. 

One song later, the Remembering-Some-Guys of “Box Store” is turned on its head in “Round of Applause for the End of the World,” where Ross uses the Kennedy assassinations and the surrounding conspiracies to build up to the realization “I don’t know / What my idea of fun is anymore.” The character that Ross is singing from the perspective of in this song is interested in the shooters themselves, not Lee Harvey Oswald but his assassin Jack Ruby and Robert F. Kennedy’s killer Sirhan Sirhan, particularly the space they occupy between innocence and guilt. The guitars on the track are just as conversational as the conspiratorial lyrics, beginning an unending sound as if lost in thought alongside Ross. Next comes the album’s title track, almost slinking behind the lingering notes of the song before, its guitars washed in relentless feedback and buzz, attempting to swallow itself Ouroboros-style. Here, Ross uses the phrase “still coming down” to describe a cleansing storm raining thunderous love — a heartening notion that there’s still room for salvation in all of his observations. 

I normally wouldn’t compare Wild Pink to the Drive-By Truckers, maybe something closer to the looseness of Son Volt or the wild guitars of Drivin’ n’ Cryin — but not all twangy rock music sounds the same, Jesus. That said, there is something distinctly Mike Cooley about the first whine of Ross’ guitar in “Plates Keep Spinning”; it’s that laid-back, dry shred I’ve become accustomed to hearing right before someone starts singing about a life-altering party foul on a sticky night. “Plates Keep Spinning” isn’t far off from that; Ross compares heaven and hell to the threat of a second location being discussed at a fading party. Much like the title of the album itself, Ross’ notion about keeping the plates spinning points to this feeling of endlessness. 

The album slows down around “Simple,” a kind of modern-day bank robber epic. Over a cascading pedal steel, Ross pictures a well-insured, cheeky robber just in it for the thrill. On “500 Is The New 250,” the character observed in the story is less friendly: a man under a foreboding sky pumping gas with a “fuck you, Yankee bitch” tattoo. This proximity to hatred, just one gas pump over, fills the already dense song with dread. 

Still Coming Down ends on a rocker, “Relaxing, Special Interests,” with gentle lyrics about rewatching something you love. These softer lyrics don’t match the track's initial, harsher rhythm, yet as Ross sings about this comfortable familiarity, the song steadies too, becoming the loudest lullaby in the world. 

In the album’s final moments, Ross opts to end things with an optimistic perspective on hypothermia and the human body, singing, “Your brain is very kind / To make you think you’re warm inside / When you’re so cold / You’re dying.” It’s here where Ross answers what still coming down means to him. Despite relentless pain or sorrow or frustration, the notion that something or someone is “still coming down” implies that you believe it will eventually stop or won’t happen. It can be about rain in a desert or a tough day, but there’s a reliable sense of brevity and relief. It’s a hopeful outlook buried deep throughout an album contemplating private embarrassments or a longing to be someone else. It’ll change soon.

Caro Alt (she/her) is from New Orleans, Louisiana, and if she could be anyone in The Simpsons, she would be Milhouse.

Crush Fund – GO | Album Review

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Lonely Ghost Records

The stories that can be told about trans women have undergone a dramatic shift in the past decade. A landscape that was once dominated by tales of coming out has since given way to stories of drama, friendship, and love… but especially drama. Cat Fitzpatrick’s The Callout and Emily Zhou’s Girlfriends are two books capturing the complexity of relationships in communities filled with people discovering themselves. The former is a novel in verse detailing a messy web of love, lust, and hate between six trans women in the city. The latter is a collection of short stories about Gen Z women living in New York and the everyday interpersonal drama that defines being a mid-twenties woman; roommates who won’t do the dishes, messy one-off encounters at parties, and awkward trips home. Contrast this with the book that helped popularize modern trans literature in the early 2010s: Imogen Binnie’s Nevada, a story about a trans woman who lives in New York and has limited encounters with other trans women. The novel follows her destructive behavior and simple attempts to survive while staying true to her punk roots. 

Since 2022, Crush Fund has explored this same delicious doll drama across their short but hard-hitting discography. The group’s most popular track, “Drama,” is like listening to your messiest friend gossip over lunch – easy to see how cramming that feeling into a two-minute punk track is nothing short of addictive. Members Nora Knox, Wendy Kya, Sean Kovacs, and July Brown also have a knack for putting on some of the most cathartic live shows I’ve ever seen, encouraging every crowd to exorcise their emotions, whether that’s frustration with a fling, anger at an ex lover, resentment toward your unaccepting parents, or just feeling fed up with how fucking hard it is to be trans. The band’s first full-length, GO, certainly does not abandon their obsession with drama, though as the album unfolds, Crush Fund are able to tap into some raw and honest rage, displaying their capacity to tackle all of the harsh realities of being a trans woman in 2026. 

Photo by @Ashtray_angels

Opening track “GO” sets the stage expertly, making it clear this record is not quite the same fare that Crush Fund has previously delivered. The band evokes the usual touchstone of online drama as Wendy Kya sneers, “one of us is showing symptoms of the internet,” but as the track opens up, all members join in on some stellar gang vocals insisting “you're gonna have to go.” It closes with a memory of childhood and alludes to what lies ahead for the trans youth, a declaration that “this is one of the last times home will feel like home.” It becomes apparent this is the beginning for a trans woman who is fleeing an unaccepting home to head for New York, as painful and difficult as that may be.  

Following the opener is a selection of three tracks which most closely align with the Crush Fund we’ve known so far – salacious and drama-obsessed. A highlight is the track “OPEN SECRET,” which dials up the paranoia and petty drama to eleven. The joyfully saccharine whistles at the beginning bring Crush Fund together as DIY’s most sardonic cheerleaders. The synth takes center stage, providing the most danceable melody on the LP as the track lays bare the frustrations with rumors and drama in online trans spaces. Yet it's clear that Crush Fund feel a gravitational pull toward messy drama, maybe even a reverence, as infuriating as it may be. Each of these tracks provides the perfect push pit soundtrack; they’re simply too fun to believe these girls truly hate the drama they sing about. 

Shifting their focus to more traditional emo fare, Crush Fund penned two excellent songs about heartbreak, “ILY IHY” and “BURN IT ALL.” “ILY IHY” is a standout, with a bouncy, anthemic guitar melody and a chorus designed for the heartbroken fan: “I love you, I hate you, I miss you, no fuck you.” This track also previews what is to come later on this record, as Kya puts her capacity for absolutely crushing vocals on display, layered over a breakdown that makes this reviewer want to crowdkill someone. 

Continuing to show their range, the sullen (and intentionally lowercase) “the dream” marks a tone shift. The gang vocals disappear. The instrumentation is stripped down to a lonely acoustic guitar. The lyrics are deeply haunting: “the public parks are being watched by quiet men with guns.” The song closes, warning the listener, “if you wait too long, your body will forget the dream it had.” And suddenly the dream is over, as immediately following this is a three-song run of hardcore tracks, delivering intense tonal whiplash as the album drives into the tragic core of trans existence.

There is no subtlety here. “SHOOTING II” begins with heavy feedback and a rising growl as Kya roars “I will never feel safe in public again!” Immediately the song transitions to “FFS” and its slow, tension-filled drum beat, the kind that signals to any hardcore kid that it’s time to absolutely fuck shit up. Suddenly, the lines “Forever for our sisters, forever for our hearts, forever for the ones we loved and the ones we lost” break through, screamed with such intensity that you hope Kya was able to recover her voice after. The track then opens wide, the guitars crashing down, imploring the listener to start dancing in their room. “SHOOTING I” explicitly names what has wrought so much pain and horror on the members of Crush Fund, referencing the 2022 shooting at the Colorado Springs queer club, Club Q, in which five people were killed, and 25 were injured. 

It is here that Crush Fund diverges from the drama-obsessed stories of the modern trans woman. They (correctly) recognize that the role of a trans punk band is to get loud and get angry about the endless hate that trans people endure. This year alone, at least 36 trans people that we know of have lost their lives in the United States, either as a result of murder or taking their own lives. 

Bringing the listener down from the intensity of those three tracks is the album closer, “bloody nose.” A friend of mine talks about how being trans is a series of small humiliations. Crush Fund understands this, with the refrain of “every bloody nose you get is unique.” Trans people are always being hurt. It is being misgendered at the store, it is being forced to use a deadname, it is being stared at in public. And despite this, you will always find trans people “sucking clotted blood out between [their] teeth.” Through every bloody nose and every injustice, trans people must find a way to dust themselves off and soldier onwards. 

Photo by @Ashtray_angels

GO provides the soundtrack for the modern trans woman navigating life. The woman who feels enveloped in beef, obsessing over Twitter posts and who said what about who. The woman who has her heart torn out by a messy t4t relationship. The woman who has to be suddenly and brutally reminded that she is a member of a highly oppressed group of people who are targeted on the regular simply for existing. Crush Fund deftly moves between all of these emotions. They give trans women a space to mosh, to get out all of their pent-up frustration toward a world that simply wants to see them fail. I have never seen such an overwhelming display of energy, both joyful and wrathful, than seeing them play at Liberation Weekend earlier this year.

After fighting through all of the trials and tribulations that trans people must deal with, gritting their teeth through the pain, the album closes on what is perhaps the greatest tragedy for many trans people. Relating back to the opening track “GO,” Knox sings “I cracked, and I called home to no answer.” When dealing with the everyday horrors we face, we can’t return home to safety. There is only the ability to go forward. 

Caroline Liaupsin is a DC area radio host and musician. She’s live every other Tuesday from 2–4 PM EST on WOWD-LP bringing you the hottest new DIY tracks, interviews with artists, show previews, and features on the world of DIY in DC and beyond. When she’s not too busy she writes biweekly DIY show previews and other things on her substack. She also plays bass for a trans cowpunk band thisdogllhunt.

Stars Hollow – Kind of Hoping | Album Review

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Self-Released

Being a DIY band is difficult. Being a DIY emo band is somehow even harder. Despite the razor-thin margins, countless hours spent cooped up in a van, and a career-stalling pandemic, Stars Hollow have managed to make it over a decade by creating a distinct blend of post-hardcore and Midwest emo that combines meaty screams, twinkly guitar parts, and emotionally crushing lyrics. The group’s latest effort, Kind of Hoping, is also their last: a fully realized and completely self-released record that is riffy, loud, and deeply introspective. It is a true swan song, as after this weekend the band will have played their final show and will be put to rest. Even if this weren’t the case, each track of this record drips with a sense of finality that asks you to look at the life you’ve lived and decide if it was the one you wanted.

Throughout their discography, Stars Hollow have consistently written around themes of loss, struggling to find acceptance, and the cyclical nature of trauma. That’s no different on Kind of Hoping, a 35-minute album meant to take you through the kind of mental health episode where you feel like you are falling, just hoping that someone will be there to catch you. By the time you reach the final track, you have been asked to reflect on the nature of your very existence in a way that inspires growth and makes you feel like, even if nobody is there, that you can catch yourself. 

Photo by Anthony Scanga

To put Kind of Hoping into the broader context of Stars Hollow’s entire discography, this record doesn’t necessarily feel like a new era for the band, but rather the culmination of something they’ve been building since their first EP. It all began with Tyler Stodghill, the group’s singer, lead guitarist, and our primary point of view as the audience. The project began as a three-piece but was a rotating cast for the first couple of years before eventually settling in with Andrew Ferren on drums and Em Bussanmas on bass and backing vocals. However, when it came to creating this final album, it became necessary to add a fourth member, and Louie Barlaw (Tiny Voices, Endswell) joined the band to add additional depth to the guitar parts. 

On the band’s debut, I’m Really Not That Upset About It, the trio were blending bouncy emo riffs with raw screamed vocals. This expanded into an even more Midwest emo sound on 2018’s Happy Again, with Stodghill’s vocals sounding much cleaner and more refined. That EP also served as something of a breakthrough for the band as they honed in on powerful hooks that immediately sounded like they were destined to be screamed back by a bunch of folks in a sweaty moshpit in someone’s basement. 

Things really started to blow up for the band with “Tadpole” in 2019, a loud and heartfelt song about wanting to change. Stars Hollow has always been penning strong, deeply emotional lyrics, but this was the first time you could hear the sound of community behind each word, and that came to life as the band toured relentlessly, including a jaunt across the country with fellow emo band Origami Angel. All of this came before their first record, I Want To Live My Life, dropped in 2021 right in the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic. This release window meant the band never got to properly tour on this LP they’d been writing for years.

Three years later, Stars Hollow picked themselves up and dusted themselves off with In the Flower Bed, an EP which showed another side of the band with songs like the title track, which eschews screams entirely as the band sings about trying to move on from the past and understand that they are worthy of the space that they take up. It was In The Flower Bed that finally helped me accept my non-binary identity and know that I am allowed to be who I am – that I can kill who I was to become something new. I identified with the record so much that I took the line “I want to kill who I was back then” and made it the title of my poetry chapbook. It changed my life and made me jump at the chance to cover their last record, Kind Of Hoping.

Stars Hollow has always meant a lot to me because I can consistently listen to any song in their discography and find some part of myself reflected. I hear songs like “Catch Me” or “Flip Phone” and relate to their messages of hope in the face of pain and loneliness. “Catch Me” is incredibly relatable for anybody who has always reached out for others, yet never had someone willing to grab them as they fell. The instrumentation adds to this feeling as it begins with Stodghill wailing through some distorted guitar static that adds a sort of underwater sound to each word. It eventually opens up into emo-fueled twinkles and bouncy riffs that would have even the most tame concertgoers ready to grab the mic and scream their heart out.

“Flip Phone” recognizes that pain is a privilege and the fact that any of us feel anything is a cornerstone of humanity. The track starts a little slower, building from a single repeating guitar riff into a bouncy drum pattern that lies under one of the few sections of vocals on this record that aren’t screamed. This song explores the idea of having gone through trauma and pain and wanting to reach out to anybody near you while simultaneously being afraid of actually accepting hope and love. Lyrics like “I can’t stand it, I can’t handle the things you could do to me” highlight that when you give yourself to anybody, you are putting yourself in the palm of their hand where one squeeze would shatter you into little glass pieces. Yet despite that, you still need to love, and this song ends with maybe the most powerful lyrics on the entire album as it fades out with “I’m just like you / All and nothing / I am searching / For all in nothing.” There is something distinctly human about accepting that you have to continually drop your shield and open yourself to pain in order to finally break the cycle that you’re stuck in.

Four tracks into the record, lead single “Casper” begins a run that departs from the post-hardcore influences, leaning instead into a Turnover-inspired dark shoegazey sound. The song is named after Stodghill’s cat, who sadly passed away before this song was released. Everybody at some point in their life believed it would be so much easier if you could just live the life of your pet–this song is for those people who just want to get away from the pain of existence. On the Beers With The Bands podcast, Stodghill described it as a “coworker song” that anybody could enjoy as it departs from the traditional Stars Hollow post-hardcore screams. 

With this album, Stars Hollow have created a space where it’s okay to struggle and, in doing so, remind you that you aren’t alone in your feelings. The song “Play Pretend” begins through my headphones, and I am back again sitting in my childhood bedroom practicing my smile so nobody looks past it to see the lack of light in my eyes. This song is also a bit of a departure from Stars Hollow’s traditional sound as it leans more pop-punk but is still reminiscent of Armor For Sleep and other post-hardcore bands. It carries more clean vocals than other tracks and has a high-pitched guitar playing throughout the entire song, almost like a siren that gives a strong sense of urgency, amplified by the steady drumbeat pounded out by Andrew Ferren.

A similar emotion hits me during “Blue Heron,” and I realize that I have been trying so hard for so long to, as the lyrics put it, “make the best of broken wings.” I think we all want to be better, to wake up every day and feel like we are where we are meant to be, and that feeling is omnipresent across the album. Stars Hollow asks you to look at your life and make the best of it, not in spite of the parts that suck, but because of them. This is one of the louder tracks on Kind of Hoping, and it has a plodding guitar that makes the meaty screams from both Stodghill and Em Bussanmas stand tall despite the soundwall around them. It is a perfect moshpit song that will have emo kids around the world dancing, especially with its pauses toward the end that feel like you’re being punched in the brain as the band expertly punctuates explosions of sound and screams with silence for a nice little beatdown passage to close things out. 

The third song that departs from that post-hardcore style is “Taunt,” which leans heavily into a more emo sound. Even when the song opens up, it remains gentle and sounds exactly like the feeling of depression. For me, “Taunt” is the eye of the storm, which fits perfectly as the midpoint of Kind of Hoping. 

Entering the final stretch of the album, “Ult” begins with a spoken part that wouldn’t feel out of place in a La Dispute song before it explodes into a wall of sound that threatens to drown out the wails of both Stodghill and Bussanmas. This song sticks out to me because I am a “survivor,” and I have always felt so unattached to the word even though, by definition, it's true. I feel like I am stuck carrying around baggage that nobody cares to learn about. Nobody looks at me and sees the past, and it leads me to being consistently invalidated for my experiences, and it means so much to hear that I am not the only person on earth who feels like this.

Stars Hollow doesn’t give you answers but rather closes the album with questions on “Over.” I’m not sure if the band knew this would be their final release when they were recording it, but, regardless, this track has a strong sense of finality to it. The music is slower and more intentional than almost all the rest of the record. Throughout the closing track, listeners are asked to think about how they have lived their life. The most impactful questions for me are in the second verse when Stodgehill asks, “If you could feel the things you never felt / if you could guarantee you’d still be held / what would it change about the way / you hold your weight?” This song, like all things, inevitably ends after all the lyrics pass. The instrumental plays out until that too fades and you are left with nothing other than the sound of your own breathing. 

Photo by Anthony Scanga

After all the reflection this album asks of you, it is worth asking if you are on the path to becoming who you want to be. Even though all my bad decisions and tough moments play “over and over and over again” in my head, I don't regret my mistakes and the pain that I have felt because it led me to this moment telling you about some songs I love. This album makes me want to be a better version of myself and gives me a hope I always fear that I will lose. 

Coming into this review, I had a lot on my mind and have since moved halfway across the country on my own. I was struggling to make changes and accept that some things must be temporary. A lot of that feeling went away when I sat in my living room and listened to this record for the first time. I finally felt seen for the first time in a long time. 

This band’s final act is going to inspire a generation of artists to pick up a guitar and start exploring their feelings on a notepad. Even if those people never play a show or record a piece of music, that exploration is inherently good. The fact that this band was able to survive as long as they have while the members led full lives is an incredible act of fortitude and goes to show that you can have a life in music without making it your entire life. 

Stars Hollow now must go into the same flowerbed that they once sang about as their time comes to an end–however, from the corpse will grow gorgeous flowers that will remain for future generations. The lessons and memories will forever be etched into the same dirt in which they are buried.

Ben Parker is a writer, poet, and student affairs administrator located in Colorado. They have been a minor niche internet celebrity, performed with multiple of their favorite bands, and been lucky to have made friends across the country.

Riley! – To Live and Die in the American South | EP Review

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Pure Noise Records

When explaining the peculiarities of the Southern identity, Flannery O’Connor wrote: “Whenever I'm asked why Southern writers particularly have a penchant for writing about freaks, I say it is because we are still able to recognize one.” The freakish nature of the South is all-encompassing, one that swallows you whole rather than sneaking up behind you. It’s a region of endless mourning and gregarious myth. Frightening at times, apologetic in others, uncomfortable always. In their latest EP, To Live and Die in the American South, Riley! attempts to make peace with the anguish their home has wrought. 

Texas’ inclusion in the South has always been hotly disputed by those hailing from the Deepest parts of the region. They claim it’s too Western, too different from the culture found on South Carolina’s patios or in Georgia’s sunrooms. I have always disagreed with this perspective; Texas has the same ghosts in the attic as the rest of the South, the same violence as Louisiana, and the same mountains as Tennessee. I bring up this debate because Riley! is from the Rio Grande Valley, a place at the tip of Texas’ hooked end and near the same Gulf that borders Mississippi and Alabama, a place where the South legitimately meets the West, and To Live and Die in the American South connects them both. 

Beyond this connection, emo, a genre more classically found in the mid-Atlantic or the Midwest, is not necessarily the approach most musicians would utilize to encapsulate the feelings of decay and distress within the American South, but Riley! makes a staggering case for changing the tune. For years, Riley! has toiled away in the remains of the 5th wave emo scene, frustratingly stuck as an ‘if you know, you know’ band. The excitement of their last album Keep Your Cool on Counter Intuitive Records, turned Riley! into one of emo’s most reliable collections of Road Dogs, thanks to near-constant touring. Yet their success keeps climbing, on To Live and Die in the American South, an EP produced by Phillip Odom, the band breaks itself wide open through a raw examination of the complicated relationship the trio has with their home.

The first song on the EP, “Roll for Initiative,” begins with a question, “If I died right now, would I still haunt this house, or would it just rot with my body when I’m put in the ground?” It’s a question that veers the album directly into the literary territory of the Southern Gothic, a genre centered around inspecting the grotesque hauntings of the South. Vocalist and guitarist Ryan Bluhm answers the question for themselves: “I think I’m meant to live and die here, and there’s no way out.” This feeling of dread is threaded through every song on the EP. The conceit of the song, firmly entering it into the Southern Gothic, is Bluhm’s admittance, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather die.” It’s the heart of the genre, a disgust for home infused with an unshakeable feeling of belonging.

Cesar “Izzy” Izaguirre and Kris Gallardo’s rhythm plays “Roll for Initiative” out, leading into the quieter “Another Round of Radical ‘Ritas, Please.” The rot felt in the prior song returns, but instead of the secrecy of experiencing misery in private, this song puts those feelings in front of an audience. Tades Sanville of Hot Mulligan, a writer contending with similar topics of self-hatred and grief, joins in over Izzy’s pounding drums. 

Across this EP, Riley! utilize an arsenal of familiar voices with similar expressions of introspection to deepen the emotionally wrought work. On the next track, the deceptively upbeat “Two Bucks,” a song about feeling useless, one of the angriest, most suspicious voices in the Emo world appears: Eric Egan of Heart Attack Man. It’s an unguarded, honest song; Bluhm and Egan agree that they are both just ghosts. Gabe Wood of saturdays at your place has long studied the impact of his own actions in song, making him the perfect pick for “Backseat Bartender.” Across Bluhm and Gallardo’s intricately woven riffs and basslines, Wood and Bluhm beg someone to crawl into their head and find what’s wrong. 

The final song of the EP, “73 Summer,” catches Bluhm in a moment of grief. For a record contending with the wretchedness life can inflict, it only makes sense to end on the aftermath of death. The band gives the questions within the lyrics plenty of room to linger, creating a specter looking back. In that same quote about the Southerner’s natural predisposition to identifying a freak, O’Connor added that “Ghosts can be very fierce and instructive. They cast strange shadows, particularly in our literature.” The ghost Bluhm is speaking to is made present by their words and the song's ferocity. The shadow may be strange, but it’s familiar.

The final bit of the O’Connor quote referenced throughout all of this is the notion that “It is when the freak can be sensed as a figure for our essential displacement that he attains some depth in literature.” Riley! achieves this in 17 minutes on To Live and Die in the American South. The admissions and frustrations put to song on this EP breathe familiarity into feelings of freakiness, making them whole. Riley! may feel tied to the American South and all of the internal strife it creates, but this is the place that made them, for better or worse. 

Caro Alt (she/her) is from New Orleans, Louisiana, and if she could be anyone in The Simpsons, she would be Milhouse.

Hurry – Zoned Out | Album Review

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Lame-O Records

I didn’t notice how much broken glass was strewn across my neighborhood until I got a dog. Once I got an animal and needed to worry about it, I started to see glass everywhere. Almost immediately, I went from being totally ignorant to uncomfortably aware. 

I had a similar thing happen with power pop. For most of my life, I didn’t really know what power pop was. Sure, I’d come across it from time to time—“Surrender” in Guitar Hero II, “My Name is Jonas” in Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock, etc.—but I hardly noticed it, and I certainly never thought about it categorically. Then, I started perusing music Twitter regularly, where it felt like every third post was about the genre. Suddenly, power pop was everywhere. I’d hit a bar and Teenage Fanclub would be blasting over the speakers. I’d walk into a thrift store and trip over a box of Dave Edmunds records. Out of nowhere, my uncle started talking to me about the dBs. Once again, I’d gone from totally ignorant to uncomfortably aware. 

Somewhat serendipitously, both of these shifts came around the same time, with me growing fond of Nick Lowe’s “I Love the Sound of Breaking Glass” right as I was beginning to despair at the sight of it. This also synced up pretty perfectly with the release of an album called Don’t Look Back from the band Hurry, which quickly became my favorite thing to listen to as I walked the streets and shepherded my dog away from shattered Miller Lites. To be honest, I’d say that record, more than anything, is probably what drove my budding interest in power pop; if there was more music out there that sounded like that, I wanted to know about it. Now, three years later, both my dog and my understanding of power pop have matured, the glass situation remains unchanged, and we have a new Hurry record. 

As much as I loved Don’t Look Back, I have to say that Zoned Out is an even better record, and a lot of that has to do with synths. The heavy lifting that synths are doing here is kind of deceptive. Make no mistake, this is still a guitar-first record, but directly beneath that are synth lead lines that are secretly drawing your ear and supporting a ton of the best melodies throughout the album. 

The first track, “All Sunk In,” is maybe the best example of this. The song starts with a nice, crunchy guitar; the vocals come in, and soon the full band enters. For that first minute or so, you’re rocking out with (what seems like) a classic four-piece power pop guitar rock configuration, but when the chorus hits, you hear this high synth lead line get elevated from the background to the midground. As the guitar parts converge and become more stationary, this synth keeps moving around and is really the platform that the main vocal melody is working off of. We also get this secondary benefit of that line disappearing to make room for the guitar solo after the chorus, which makes it feel like the lead guitar is Kyrie Irving calling for an iso—really great stuff. 

Another place where the synth is a secret MVP is on the closing solo of the record’s lead single, “Zoned Out.” Here, instead of clearing out to make room for the guitar lead, the synth joins it, creating more of a Lob City situation. Because the synth is fairly clean and essentially doubles what the guitar is doing, it leaves an opening for the guitar tone to get way nastier than it could otherwise. Then, when that falls away during the last repetition of the clean chorus, the contrast makes it feel extra dreamy, allowing it to fully wash over you. 

Looking at things on a more macro level, “Just Fine” is the track that I found myself going back to the most. It has my favorite hook on the record, with Matt Scottoline singing, “Do you believe me, baby? That I’m not turning back. / Do you believe me, baby? I’m staying on the track / I keep saying I’m not turning back.” One reason this hits so hard is that the song's verses are about how things in this relationship are totally alright, then everything fully cuts out before we launch into that chorus, which is such a great articulation of projected self-doubt. On top of that, it’s a total earworm, boasting the kind of melody that power pop is all about. 

On “Complications,” we see these themes furthered, this time as more of an inward meditation on that same self-doubt. “I’ve got no time for reflection / I can’t retreat into my mind,” Scottoline sings, “We’ve had our fill of conversations baby / I know I shouldn’t be surprised.” It’s a natural progression of the feelings expressed in the chorus of “Just Fine,” with the angst caused by those projections more fully realized. 

To get even more macro here, let’s talk about how Zoned Out fits into power pop as a whole. If you end up in the corners of the internet that first attracted me to the genre, half of what you’ll find is arguments about what is and isn’t power pop. This is something I’ve thought about quite a bit myself, and it was certainly on my mind while listening to Zoned Out. My personal criteria is referential and abstract in a way that may make it unhelpful, but I’m going to share it with you here anyway. 

The Fountains of Wayne b-side compilation Out-Of-State Plates starts with a clip from NPR where rock critic Ken Tucker proclaims “Hip-hop, country music, and post-grunge squall can take a partial summer vacation. I’m applying some #45 sunblock and putting up a sign saying: ‘gone fishing for power pop’.” When I think about what power pop is, that's what I think of. To me, power pop sounds like something you’d find jumping out of the water at your local lake; music that makes it feel like the sun’s beating down on you. That’s how I feel when I listen to “Starry Eyes” by The Records or “Black and White” by The dBs—the two most down-the-middle examples of power pop I’m able to provide. It’s what keeps me coming back to these songs by lovesick artists who seem to wish rock music hadn’t strayed so far from the template the Beatles provided us with back in the 60s. There've been a lot of great power pop and power pop-adjacent records put out in recent years, but none have done more to deliver that specific feeling to me than Zoned Out. Beyond anything technical about production or sage about the lyrics, that’s really what sticks with me here. 

Put even more succinctly: power pop is the best genre and Zoned Out is masterfully executed power pop. Use the transitive property, and that should tell you all you need to know.   

Josh Ejnes is a writer and musician living in Chicago. He has a blog about cassette tapes called Tape Study that you can find here, and he also makes music under the name Cutaway Car.