The Divine Refuge of Welcome to Conceptual Beach

Where do you go when you need an escape? It was probably easier to answer that question before 2020, but that’s what makes the concept of personal sanctuary all the more essential right now. Between the ongoing global pandemic, a just-now-ramping-up election cycle, and a fascist government that’s systematically brutalizing and murdering its own citizens, most days it feels like there’s abject horror in every conceivable direction. 

Some days the scale of pain and unrest is too much to bear; it’s unending and feels like it’s only getting worse. While everything I’ve just listed is a fact of day-to-day life in 2020, it’s important to counter that sense of grief and hopelessness with something, anything, to keep yourself going. We’ve reached a point where it’s simultaneously ‘every man for himself’ and ‘we’re all in this together.’ You have to find your escape and hold onto it for dear life while also keeping close to the people you love to make sure they’re doing the same. 

Taking a break from the always-on rage-filled indignance of the world has transformed from a skill to a necessity over the past few months. Finding the balance between staying informed, using your voice, and taking time to unplug is an invaluable skill that’s nothing short of essential in 2020. On Welcome to Conceptual Beach, Young Jesus use lush instrumentation, dreamlike lyrics, and wandering improvisational passages to depict the ethereal world that lead singer John Rossiter has constructed as his mental refuge from the world. 

Beginning with a steady drumline and Perfume Genius-like augmented vocals, opening track “Faith” acts as an introduction to this world, the sonic equivalent of a plane descending from the clouds to its final destination. As the band layers on bass, guitar, and synth, the track becomes increasingly abstract, yet still somehow measured and orderly, like a Pollock painting. Splotches of distortion and dissonant stabs of guitar eventually all coalesce into a dreamlike ascension around the three-minute mark, providing a springboard for Rossiter to launch into a soaring, uncontrollable cry. And just like that, you’ve planted your feet firmly on the sands of the Conceptual Beach. 

Over the course of the next four tracks, the band pairs Rossiter’s vocals and their Matt Berninger-like ache with instrumentals that alternate between Peaer-style mathy emo and Wild Pink’s heartland indie rock. However, to pin Young Jesus down to one style or list of influences would be a great disservice, this is one of the few bands that have managed to pull off the enviable transition from “emo band” into something wholly unique and unclassifiable. There’s a heavenly saxophone solo on “Pattern Doubt,” and a hypnotic whammy bar chord on “(un)knowing.” There are tight riffs and jazzy improvisations. There are poetic lyrics, abstruse monologues, and mesmerizing mantras. There are bouts of chaotic stimulation punctuated by stretches of meditative silence. All of these artistic elements assemble to form an eclectic collection of sounds, concepts, and ideas that prove to be fruitful ground in bringing to life this ethereal land of sea and sand that exists in the band’s shared vision.

“Meditations” is a jazzy gut-punch that opens with fluttering woodwinds, swirling angelic vocals, and long strings of hammer-on guitarwork. As the haunting 7-minute journey comes to a rest at the midway point, the instrumental settles for a beat switch that works up to one of the most interesting passages of the album; a hypnotic repetition of “I wanna be around and live it” that begins as a whispered curiosity but works its way up to a cosmically affirming shout.

Lead single “Root and Crown” is the album’s most traditional-sounding cut, clocking in a playlist-ready two-minutes and 52-seconds. This song acts as the album's de facto mission statement, as Rossiter croons a fourth-wall-breaking soliloquy to the listener. 

Every record needs a thesis, needs a crisis, or campaign
All my feelings need a reason, need a righteousness or blame
What if living wasn't of the mind?
The root and crown don't doubt the wintertime

Simultaneously a thought-provoking criticism of art, emotion, and the eternal tie between the two, these lyrics are some of the most poignant on the entire release. As these thoughts are being delivered, a velveteen acoustic guitar progression and singular synth note guide these revelations, eventually entwining into a peaceful end that gives the first side of the album a sleepy yet existential resting point.

While the record has already been fascinating, purposeful, and unlike anything I’d ever heard up to this point, where Welcome To Conceptual Beach really shines is its final suite of songs. Both “Lark” and “Magicians” span the record’s back half, clocking in at 12 minutes and 10 minutes respectively. These tracks aren’t quite a curveball, but still manage to subvert the listener’s stylistic expectations, breaking format while simultaneously building off everything that had come before them at that point in the tracklist.

“Lark'' utilizes a shimmering and sunny instrumental to guide the listener through the lively sounds of crowded rooms and a spoken-word monologue. The song’s final verse ends shortly after the four-minute mark, leaving the instrumental to simmer down to the pace of a completely-still lake. From this point, the band unfurls a jaw-droppingly gorgeous and jazzy instrumental that sounds completely improvised. As the bass thumps, guitar glistens, and drums shake, the listener is left to meditate on what they had just taken in. The instrumental rises and falls, allowing the mind to race alongside the track, cresting at the same pace, projecting whatever thoughts, problems, or reflections it needs to upon the canvas of the song. 

Near the 8-minute mark of “Lark,” the band falls into a melody that mirrors the top of the track. Now sounding triumphant and unburdened, the song carries the listener off with celebratory uplift and amazement. While the first half of the track was chaotic, messy, and trapped in its own head, the outro gives the impression that everything had happened that way for a reason. It’s the sound of a life sorting itself out. It’s proof that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. It’s the optimistic take that the universe always bends towards justice and harmony.

Closing track “Magicians” picks up right where “Lark” left off, continuing this newfound sense of optimism but looking outward, viewing the world as it stands and looking forward to what lies ahead of us in that moment. Rossiter sets the scene within the first few seconds, depicting his past life, current existence, and possible futures.

I’m born at 29 occasioned by magicians
I felt the only life’s the life you lead alone
If every older guy’s a broker or casino
I thought I’d roll the dice or play ethnographer
And as a baby I was huge and quite judicious
I’d tell you every lie that is or ever was
But in divulging every secret or suspicion
I came to crying and to hate my life alone

After this first verse, the band falls back into a winding instrumental stretch, almost as if by accident, like the narrator was lost in his own train of thought, battling his anxieties before our very ears. These stretches reminded me immediately of the more grandiose tracks from Sharks Keep Moving, who have penned some of my favorite songs of all time. Within the space of two minutes, the Rossiter has regained his composure and finds himself grappling with his current realities before gently landing on the topic of love.

In every phone I find a reason to get bitter
But every critic’s got some things they’re not proud of
I count myself among the chief of all these critters
I count myself more often than I count the stars
But there are magicians making love and doing dishes
I make my way to magic or belief in love

Again, a chorus of soaring background vocals leads to the song “collapsing” into another improvised instrumental stretch where intermittent guitar strums, bass notes, and drum taps play off each other, giving the listener space to think, feel, and be heard. Eventually, the track winds down near-nothingness; single guitar notes float in space surrounded by long stretches of dark silence. Right as you think the album is going to end, the band comes back with one more fragment of a song to wrap the album up with.

First, the guitar catches its own rhythm, joined quickly by a rolling drumline, and eventually the bass. As this track picks up steam, it builds to a soulful guitar solo that paves the way for one final patch of lyricism that closes out the record. Rossiter enters with a literal whisper singing of cosmic pain and redemption.

You know it, the way it moves and
You think about it every single day
The sun and the greater bruise
The bridge when every day begins to fade

I know it, the way you move and
The holiness of what we did today
Our love is the aching news of
It’s everlasting and it’s single day

You know it, the way you move and
The holiness of every single day
Our love is the greater bruise
The bridge to everlasting every day

These final words are interrupted by a frisson-inducing riff that comes in loud and beaming as if being broadcast down from the heavens. Towering above the mix, this is one of the most powerful moments I’ve ever heard put to record and an absolutely perfect way to end the album. It sounds holy, it sounds pristine, it sounds like a perfect moment.

Welcome to Conceptual Beach is a world-class record that emphasizes everything I’ve found to be important in 2020. The fact that within 40 minutes the album moves from defeatist lyrics like “That’s how we live / Between pain and hopelessness,” to the relative optimism of it’s final two tracks is an awe-inspiring journey.

I’ve lost track of the number of things that have gone wrong this year, but Welcome to Conceptual Beach stands as an album-length memorial to the things that have gone right. This record is a monument to the moments of love, happiness, and peace that exist between the sadness and pain. Having that space to escape is an invaluable bit of real estate, and with this record, Young Jesus proved that sometimes the most rewarding thing is letting other people in.

Pinkshift's Music Video for “i’m gonna tell my therapist on you” Is an Ode to Socially Distant Rocking

It’s no secret that 2020 has been miserable. Throughout the year, music has remained a consistent escape and (often singular) ray of hope in the face of the crushing bleakness that is reality. 

Not to sound too coldhearted or depressing, but when numbness is your default mode of operation, I’ve found music to be the one thing that can break me out of that every time. Whether it’s being jolted awake by the madness of the 100 gecs remix album, finding solace in the spaced-out relaxation on Texas Sun, or the feeling of excitement that comes with discovering a new band that becomes your next obsession.

While everyone is struggling (and coping) with the new realities of our world in different ways, musical artists have been hit particularly hard. Album releases have been disrupted, touring music has ceased entirely, and the tenuous relationship between artist and streaming services has grown even more strained. Everything from dropping a song to selling merch has been upended, but musicians are nothing if not resourceful. 

Bands have turned to direct lines of support in order to maintain their lives and passion. Artists have turned to Patreon, livestreaming, and Bandcamp to sustain themselves both creatively and financially. It’s making the best of a bad thing, and that’s an admirable thing considering we’re looking at a world where concerts might not return till late 2021 if we’re lucky. 

In the face of quarantine, artists have found creative workarounds for these restrictions; Charli XCX created a whole album in quarantine about quarantine with the help of her fans. Ratboys have scrapped their 2020 tour plans in favor of a “virtual tour” playing places like Stonehenge, Niagra Falls, and the Moon. 

The latest in this line of quarantined creativity comes in the form of Pinkshift. This Baltimore-based punk group combines the snarled vocals of Destroy Boys with the driving instrumental bite of mid-2000’s power pop groups like Damone. Last week the band released “i’m gonna tell my therapist on you,” a catchy, three-minute punk cut that grapples with the assholes in your life and the asshole in the back of your head. 

Today the group dropped the video for “therapist,” and it fits the song perfectly. Filmed in their cars, homes, bathrooms, and nearby open fields, the music video is a socially-distant take on rocking, showcasing each band member fully-committing to shredding even if it means wearing a mask and keeping six feet away from each other. It’s a brilliant document of music in 2020 and a testament to the resilience of DIY bands. Because if music really is your calling and your one true outlet, you’ll always find a way to make it work, even when the world is ending.

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Retirement Party – Runaway Dog | Album Review

I first discovered Retirement Party through a stroke of Spotify Algorithm Luck™ when the streaming platform served up “That’s How People Die” after my emo album of the day had come to a close. The song opens with Avery Springer’s raw vocals accompanied by sparse, solitary guitar strums as she recounts a time she fell asleep outside and woke up with a debilitating sunburn. Before spiraling out about the implications that this ultraviolet overexposure has on her long-term health, a wall of distorted instrumentation washes over the track, whisking the listener off into a hearty emo riff. Not only is this a perfect introduction to Springer’s style of nervous, self-deprecating energy, but it also subverts expectations in a way that makes you think that anything could happen next. 

That song hooked me instantly, and I soon found myself clicking my way down the Spotify rabbit hole to dig into the rest of the album. I quickly discovered that the band was signed to Counter Intuitive Records, which is home to bands like Prince Daddy & The Hyena and Mom Jeans, aka an immediate seal of approval. The remaining 30 minutes of the album were some of the most sharp, well-observed, and personable emo I’d ever heard. It wasn’t particularly midwesty or tappy, but it still scratched my insatiable itch for precise guitarwork and fast-paced, punky instrumentals. 

The thing that immediately sold me on Retirement Party was the band’s voice. Not just Avery’s singing voice, but the way that she writes too. In her solo side project Elton John Cena, Springer aptly describes her artistic approach with the line “it’s kinda my thing to write sad songs that sound pretty happy.” While cutting and immensely self-aware, I don’t think I’ve ever heard an artist capture their creative essence more accurately in-song. 

Retirement Party’s debut is packed with overthinking, self-doubt, and awkwardness. The choruses were sticky and sing-along-able, but also portrayed the all-too-relatable feeling of being deeply uncomfortable with yourself. Luckily, Retirement Party’s sophomore album Runaway Dog feels like a direct extension of Somewhat Literate in both style and substance. 

Lead single “Runaway Dog” acts as yet another perfect opener, this time opting to wade the listener into the record with a chunky guitar line that bounces back and forth like a metronome keeping time for Avery to enter the scene with a mouthful of doubtful lyrics. As she spouts off numerous cynical observations, the drums swing in followed quickly by the bass, all of which fall in line with the riff already established by Springer’s guitar. Together, these pieces all coalesce into one finely-oiled machine that gradually picks up momentum until the track lifts off into a soaring riff that’s as dancy as emo music could ever hope to achieve. 

While Somewhat Literate finds Avery rife with insecurities about her life, her relationships, and her place in the world, Runaway Dog sees her crossing at least one of those concerns off her list. While she may have found her place as a musician in the intervening years between records, it’s clear that she’s still wrestling with just as many insecurities and looming dreads. 

The decision to make “musician” your job title is a weighted one; it’s a career that requires commitment, creativity, and a near-endless supply of belief in oneself. To make money off of music, you ostensibly have no choice but to become a touring musician, and to be a touring musician, you must be tireless, risk-tolerant, and willing to eat Taco Bell for a minimum of ten meals a week. Runaway Dog is a record that sees a young musician struggling with those facts, knowing in her heart that this is what she wants to do while also recognizing the risks and tradeoffs must be made in the process. 

Music-related unease aside, Retirement Party also offers up a deluge of more widely-relatable personal anxieties throughout Runaway Dog’s 34-minutes. One of the things that I’ve always admired about Avery’s writing style is her ability to hone-in on hyper-specific details and obsess over them to a worrying degree. While there’s still plenty of that to be had on the band’s sophomore record, the group also manages to shift the lens out to a broader scope. 

The band tackles existential dreads large and small, whether it’s the dynamic of touring on “Wild Boyz” or the looming specter of climate change on “Afterthought.” As always, Avery’s lyrics remain honest and cutting, utilizing her plainspoken delivery to disarm the listener and force them to lean in a little closer and listen a little harder. This is most apparent on songs like “Fire Blanket,” where Springer recites her lyrics over a blistering guitar solo and rattling rhythm section that simultaneously fit together but also seem at odds with one other.

Anyone that’s listened to Retirement Party before knows that this is about par for the course, and the band’s killer writing is always accompanied by killer riffs. Whether it’s “No Tide” with an instrumental that plows into you like a school bus or the thunderous and biting riff that closes out “I Wonder If They Remember You,” this record is chock-full of groovy emo-adjacent shredding that’s both striking and catchy. 

The true “dynamic” of Retirement Party is heavy-hearted lyricism alongside those hard-hitting riffs. This is music that’s primed for beer-spilling moshpits and sweat-covered singalongs. These are sad songs, but you might not even recognize that until you’re singing along at the top of your lungs and start to realize what the lyrics actually mean. 

While Somewhat Literate is an album about the painful monotony and granularity of everyday life, Runaway Dog shifts those anxieties into a more specific place that directly reflects Avery’s current situation. While the experience of being a touring band living life on the road is not a universal one, the emotions that are used to grapple with that reality are. Avery has a knack for turning the listener to an empath, and these songs are so honest that you begin to feel her life, her experiences, and her anxieties by-proxy. 

In a world where touring music is on pause and musicians are struggling more than ever with their chosen career path, I believe it’s important to recognize that reality and help out in any way possible. This is not a “coronavirus” record, but it tackles harsh realities surrounding musicianship and now these struggles feel like they’re caught in a new light. Life is hard for everyone, and it’s hard for different reasons. We all get that desire to break away from things, leave it all behind, and start anew, but as scary as that seems, it takes even more courage to stay, confront those problems head-on, and actively try to make things better. In a time when we need art, creativity, and escapism more than ever, the sacrifice that goes into creation cannot be understated enough, and that’s exactly what Runaway Dog is sprinting towards.

Carpool – Come Thru Cool (Punk Ass) | Track Premiere

The newest Carpool single begins with a swirl of radio static that immediately transports the listener back to the 90s, a side-effect that’s very much intentional. Within seconds, a sludgy guitar lick overwhelms the senses, quickly paving the way for a throat-shredding bellow that would make Keith Buckley proud. And just like that… you’re in Carpool’s world.

Following lead single “The Salty Song (Erotic Nightmare Summer),” the band’s latest track “Come Thru Cool (Punk Ass)” utilizes just as many parentheses and packs just as much of a punch as its predecessor. Throughout the song, Carpool pairs thrashy, fuzzed-out power chords in the vein of fellow New York rockers Prince Daddy & The Hyena with blissed-out melodic vocals that echo 90s radio rock giants like Third Eye Blind. This combination results in an intoxicating two minutes and twenty-two seconds that unequivocally proves that there’s never enough sneering emo-punk in the world.

On a conceptual level, “Come Thru Cool” is at once a hometown anthem, a childhood nostalgia trip, and a pissed-off vent session. It’s a song about replacing your waning innocence with self-help; a blur of warm, fuzzy feelings that are constantly clashing with the cold realities of adulthood. It’s an anthemic, fist-balling, scream-along sunny weather punk rock song that combines a catchy Oso Oso-tier chorus with the full-bodied delivery of Dogleg. Carpool places these full-throttle vocal stylings over a tight and polished instrumental and caps it all off with a bout of shouty pop-punk gang vocals. “Come Thru Cool” is a hooky punk confection that lodges itself in your brain like bubblegum. If these singles are any indication, the band’s forthcoming album is guaranteed to be one of the most impressive debuts of the year.

“Come Thru Cool (Punk Ass)” drops on streaming platforms tomorrow, May 15th, and Carpool’s debut LP will be available everywhere on June 5th through Acrobat Unstable Records.

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Snarls – Burst | Album Review

Life has a spectacular way of subverting your expectations, sometimes in the worst way. Sometimes life surprises you and things work out in a beautiful and serendipitous way. Other times your hopes and expectations are desperately crushed by something completely out of your control. Sometimes it’s just confusing. Regardless of what it’s sending your way, an important part of navigating life is simply maintaining; the ability to remain flexible and take those hits as they come (or don’t). That emotional and mental flexibility is exactly what the debut album from Snarls, is about.

At its core, Burst is a finely-crafted statement on emotions. Not just one emotion, but all of them. It’s an album about the totality of feeling. There’s exploratory wonder on “Walk in the Woods,” destructive remorse on “All of This Will End,” and a meditative reflection on aging in “Twenty.” The record even goes as far as questioning the legitimacy of those feelings and experiences on “Marbles.” This record captures the existence of an over-feeling person soaring through life soaking up emotions like a sponge until they’re squeezed too tight and it all comes pouring out.

In exhuming this wealth of feelings onto the canvas, Snarls have created a record that approaches topics rarely touched upon in music. It’s an album that reminds us to be gentle with ourselves and that all of our feelings are valid.

As multifaceted as Burst is when it comes to emotions, it’s equally diverse in its musical flavors and inspirations. Throughout the record, the band displays an impressive spread of indie and alt-rock that feels at once ever-changing yet familiar. There’s the wholesome, positive vibes of Alvvays, the confessional, lovelorn delivery of Beach Bunny, and at times the twangy, punch of Sleater-Kinney. There’s a lumbering grunge riff on “Hair,” a masterful 90s pop rock build on “Concrete,” and “All of This Will End” boasts a winding instrumental slow burn on that eventually erupts into a pang of soaring confusion. It’s eclectic and a little disorienting, but somehow it all makes sense in the grand scheme of things. Much like its cover, Burst is a multi-colored hand-crafted explosion of bright colors, glittery feelings, star-speckled moments.

The album’s closing track finds lead singer Chlo White flashing forward to her own death soundtracked by thunder, kind words, and tearful goodbyes from friends. It’s the final culmination of a lifetime of feelings and experiences all leading to one inevitable but spectacular end, just like the album itself. Burst is the sound of overlapping and conflicting feelings clashing within our brains. It’s the opposing and contradicting events of life that force us to act and reveal what kind of person we really are.  

So as life continues to throw us a series of constant curveballs, sudden dips, and highs that can sometimes feel unearned, it’s important to remember that it’s all part of the process. We get to be alive. We have the unbelievable fortune to experience the world around us. We are able to connect with others and forge lasting bonds with them. Sometimes life is beautiful and joyous beyond words, but other times it hurts for seemingly no reason. It all ends in the same place, so why wouldn’t you want to take in as much as possible while you’re here?