The Treacherous Experience on the Outskirts of Ordinary Life

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What is the everyday mundane? How does mundanity differ from person to person, and how do we cope with something that seems so simple? We’ve survived well beyond a year of the same monotonous process every single god-forsaken day. The difference is that this mundane has been coupled with a deadly everlasting pandemic for the past year and a half. Stuck in what feels like an eternity, the weight of being a cog in the capitalistic machine has never felt so close. We’re all chronically burnt out, questioning what we know, and breaking new ground despite everything weighed against our existence. For trans folks especially, this year has been one blow to healthcare and human rights after another. It is exhausting, but we have to push through all the heartbreak, the loneliness, the gender dysphoria, and the identity growth if we want to find a happy resting state. Through the chaos of our reality, self-reflection and acceptance nevertheless persevere. We must learn the hard way that running from ourselves only makes things worse. 

Trans people push through the mundane while consistently juggling the social encounters and internal processes that come with the experience of transitioning. It is conflicting thoughts and feelings that haze over the mind on a consistent basis. What do we do on days where this is especially prevalent, and all we can feel is how much we don’t fit the everyday process? How do we escape, and what are we escaping from? Coming out as a transgender woman, Reade Wolcott captures every emotion in her experience transitioning with an album jammed-packed with trans ska banger after banger. Showcasing the crushing weight of a cookie-cutter existence, We Are The Union finds happiness in coloring outside the gender binary lines and creating a reality that is far from ordinary. If you need that iced coffee and estrogen straight to the veins, then We Are The Union is here to provide all that, and a whole lot of serotonin with Ordinary Life

This album sends you full swing into a ska-filled summer with opening track, “Pasadena.” Right off the bat, the listener is hit with catchy lyrics of a failed relationship portrayed in a manner that everybody can relate to. With a mental state cracking and causing division and conflict at every turn, Wolcott sums up the feelings of being mentally ill in a long-term relationship. 

and it’s a shame
your secret smokes in the alleyway
to numb the pain
to escape the everyday mundane

What’s so fun about Ordinary Life is how successfully Wolcott writes about the transgender experience in ways that everyone can relate with. Through catchy ska-punk tunes, this album conveys how similar the existential dread feels from person to person. Despite the upbeat instrumental, this opening track foreshadows the depth Wolcott reaches in showcasing what makes that experience unique for her as a trans woman.

Wolcott’s ability to sing about the transgender experience through relatable anecdotes makes for a conceptual album that is handcrafted and delivered for queer fans while easily digestible for the cis fans. It is a widely accessible album that never falls short in poignant prose but doesn’t hide the transgender experience behind any curtains or veiled analogies. Each song is far from anything in the realm of the ordinary. Instead, they champion transparency and complete honesty to create an album that fully grasps the transgender experience for everyone to hear. Ordinary Life demands your attention and holds it for 35 minutes straight.

With the lead single, “Morbid Obsessions,” we are met with the album’s thesis. As showcased in the music video, this album is all about burying your old self, laying the relationships that don’t serve you to rest, and becoming brand new. The concept of transgender feelings as morbid obsessions is cunning, especially with the analogy of zombies used in the video. It brilliantly illustrates how an overwhelming majority of the public views transitioning as some fucked up fixation. The quite literal zombie-like feelings come from the alienation felt by trans people in a capitalistic society that wants to shut you out completely. The metaphor of the plague doctor as a bouncer symbolizes sexual control and police brutality towards LGBTQ people enacted by the state. It also shows the religious right-wing’s desire to eradicate the trans community entirely. This video depicts the intolerance that queer people face whether they’re coming out, actively transitioning, or expressing their gender.

When you’re trying to stuff gender-related feelings deep down inside, interacting with others is met with fear of accidentally confessing and outing yourself. The cleverness of this band is exhibited in the “No Zombies Allowed” sign at the bar where the video takes place. Feeling like a sore thumb, Wolcott turns to leave but is stopped by Jeremy “Jer” Hunter, best known for their slapping covers over on Skatune Network and carrying the We Are The Union brass section. Through storytelling, “Morbid Obsessions” gives us a glimpse into discovering and redefining your gender around the people you love. 

Jer’s role in this video is riddled with underlying experiences of living as a nonbinary person. As Wolcott made an entrance with every zombie trait on display, Jer’s features are more subtle and easily covered by a hood. The experience of living in the in-between is best captured with this role and conveys the similarities in gender non-conforming and trans identities. Although not privileged with the same abilities to pass, Wolcott forges camaraderie with Jer and fellow zombie Gracie Pryor. Together, they break the bar rules and defeat the plague doctor once and for all.

now in come the drugs
in come the drugs and the booze
razors, wrists, and self-abuse
trapped like a rat, got nothing left to lose
she wanted a dress
like all the other girls
a head full of curls
they said “son, you can’t always get what you want in this world”

Whereas bands like Home is Where weave feelings through intricate metaphors embroidered in extrospective observations, We Are The Union capture the trans experience from the inside out. It feels like the band is processing each new emotion as they unfold. 

This means every track possesses an introspectiveness sprinkled with a healthy amount of one-liners and humor. While Self Care sought to normalize mental health, Wolcott now takes on the task of normalizing the trans experience as a whole with Ordinary Life. The result is a record full of pop-punk melodies coupled with excellent 2-tone rhythms. It is honest, upfront, and genuine, with summer vibes bursting at every seam.

Best fitted for skanking your heart out in sweaty basements, Ordinary Life is a vibrant record that wears its heart on its checkered sleeve. The record’s sound is a far cry from the blacked-out, classic punk of Against Me!’s Transgender Dysphoria Blues, but is so rich with the trans experience and solidarity that it brought me right back to the first listen of that defining trans album. However, with each listen of Ordinary Life, it becomes clear that to compare We Are The Union to Against Me! would be an understatement. These are two bands for different moods and different parts of the process. Transgender Dysphoria Blues is the battle cry to transitioning with room to spare for letting out composed rage, while Ordinary Life is all about the messy in-betweens, fucking up, and dancing on the grave of your enemies and past self. 

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We’ve arrived at a new era of trans-lead music that blends genres while showcasing brilliance in so many different types of writing and creative endeavors. 100 gecs took the past two years by storm, and Left at London released a fantastic new album on the same day as We Are The Union, to just name a few. The art that these bands craft follow varying lyrical, instrumental, and electronic techniques that are consistently inspired by the ever-changing world around them. Bands featuring trans musicians are captivating the world, with brilliant music that sticks in your head for months but also provides an umbrella for fans who identify as trans or nonbinary and have never had such an array of relatable music before. 

Being trans is never black and white, and every song off of Ordinary Life is a trans anthem that beautifully reflects that nonlinear journey. This path always circles back to the extraordinary. Still, the record is also mired in the mundane experience of transitioning within a society that wants to file you down and stuff you into made-up, categorical gender norms. As a nonbinary person, I cannot possibly understand the extent of transitioning. Still, I hope my ability to relate to the feelings of being controlled by the gender binary until you finally reject it speaks for itself. The overwhelming comfort I felt hearing these songs goes to show the universality in navigating the gender experience.

afraid to disappoint
so i fail everyone around me

Attempting to suppress conflicting gender thoughts is an all-consuming process. Short-circuiting occurs when these disconnected thoughts jump in the way every time you try to speak. As a result, you end up feeling jumbled, which leads us into the next track entitled “Broken Brain,” which reinforces the concept of absent-mindedness. Dulling the brain to get through the everyday is a consistent theme throughout this album. For example, the band drops lyrics about using vices to cope with mental health that contrast with survival tactics and medicine that help Wolcott achieve self-actualization. In what is perhaps the most iconic line of the record, “please inject me with iced coffee and estrogen / we’re panicking again,” self-medication and hormones are followed by the overwhelming sensation of failing to escape the ordinary.

lists inside of lists, a labyrinth
how do people do the things they plan to?
lost the day again laying in the grass
sweating every conversation i’ve ever had

What is ska if its brass section can’t transport you to another world? Jeremy Hunter delivers on this album with a killer trombone that carries as much emotion as the lyrics themselves. What perfectly pairs with a diagnosis of depression and dysphoria? A horn section that sinks deep into your soul. Flanked by Tenor Saxophone, Baritone Saxophone, and multiple other trumpets, the brass section led by Jer is accompanied by Kevin and David Miller, as well as contributions from Scott Klopfenstein. The dynamic and emotive instrumentation on this album is not to be missed for the way it keeps you on your feet and sticks like glue to your brain.

With Ordinary Life, we get eleven tracks of unbeatable trans anthems tied together with themes of breakups, heartache, depression, and ADHD. The best part? This album provides the full range of emotions in equal parts universal and unique to Wolcott. In a BrooklynVegan interview, Wolcott touches on the goal to bring normalization of every emotion in an easy-to-grasp way that extends far beyond transgender struggles. She notes, “what I really tried to do was to frame the trans experience and frame dysphoria alongside things that are maybe more relatable to the general public, like heartbreak, like ADHD, depression, all the more common themes that we've kind of touched on in the past." Through this, we have a record that is dynamic, widely relatable, and full of songs for every mood that specifically hone in on the trans experience.

Are you feeling beat down, bummed out? Shaken all the good vibes out with the last few tracks and need to switch it up? “Make It Easy” is the love song of every queer’s dream. We got the perfect and undeniably adorable music video, catchy guitar and basslines, an alluring trombone, and Brent Friedman’s incredible percussions that act as the backbone of the tune, with Jer carrying the motif throughout. The drums featured in “Make It Easy” pull you in, push you out, and throw you back on your feet without missing a beat. The builds of the snare and floor tom in this song are sharply highlighted to make it feel like being lifted off the ground. These drums pair brilliantly with the crescendo of the trombone to close out the front half of this record with hopeless romanticism. 

When the needle hits the backside of the album, we are instantly met with a sensational syncopated nod to the roots of ska on “Boys Will Be Girls.” Complete with aesthetic references to Backstreet Boys, this tune breaks every single gender norm, gives a shout-out to nonbinary people, and smashes the deeply held fear of the trans community commonly upheld by the right-wing of the political spectrum. This single laughs in the face of fear. It laughs at the absurd notions held by small-minded people that being transgender is a plague or that the COVID-19 vaccine will turn kids gay or trans. Instead, “Boys Will Be Girls” is a triumphant and multi-colored celebration of the trans experience.

throw a tantrum, hold a sign
as the infantry arrives
we’ll take back the city tonight
the kids will be alright
your old ways will die
in the darkest depths we’ll stand here in the light.

The people who created and enforced the rigid gender binary are scared. As gender is the backbone of patriarchy, the threat of that crumbling invokes hatred towards trans and gender non-conforming folks. Old notions are left to retire as the common consciousness of gender shifts, with inclusivity and reason guiding the way. Forging new paths in identities that match the way we feel is the only way forward. 

From there, Ordinary Life winds from substance abuse on “Wasted” to finding solace in accepting the imperfect parts of your reality on “Everything Alone.” As the record winds its way to a close, the band ends with a rebuttal of the ordinary. Finally, after dredging through all of these feelings, mundanity, and coping mechanisms, Wolcott leaves the listener with a poetic articulation of the trans experience. 

change your clothes in the shadows
let nothing pass through lonely doorways
your sandcastle crumbles, but you’ve never been better
is it real if we don’t swim in the shame?

like a swing set in the sea
we are anything but ordinary

With these lines, We Are The Union charge forth in the undertow, looking for anything but the ascribed ordinary. Wolcott is triumphantly rejecting her ordinary, burying her past self, while using a garden as an analogy for sowing the seeds of a life that's anything but ordinary. As Wolcott so poetically sings, “the only difference between a garden and a graveyard / is what you bury in it.” With this, she finally lays her dying parts to rest, becoming brand new in the extraordinary. 


Ashley Bedore is a disabled, queer music lover living in Denver, CO. They can usually be found with a record spinning, head buried in theory, and cats on either side. As a sociology major and community organizer, Ashley enjoys discussing accessibility and collective care in the scene to foster spaces where every single body belongs. Follow them on Twitter at @emomarxist.

Parting – Unmake Me | Album Review

Parting - Unmake Me

Today will be different
Today will be the same
The same can be different
In some weird kind of way

The ironic thing about Parting is that Unmake Me feels like coming home. The self-proclaimed “original emo revivalists” display the return of Keith Latinen (Empire! Empire! (I Was a Lonely Estate)), Ben Hendricks (Annabel), Gooey Fame (Dowsing), and John Guynn (Hawk & Son) asreturning flag-bearers of the genre. This isn’t fifth wave emo, but rather an evolution of your older sibling’s favorite bands from high school.

Jesse Eisenbird” shows off a more refined version of Latinen’s voice while detailing the death of a family member between intricate, complementary guitar work. While the genre is known for making listeners feel things, this introduction to Parting breaks hearts and leaves one begging for catharsis.

While it feels cliché to call artists mature, “Ratt Michards” candidly recounts how the grueling life of nine-to-fives leads to depression. Despite this not being too crazy of a take, Latinen and Hendricks’s harmonies carry the notion over a driving bass line that teases the necessary catharsis needed after “Jesse Eisenbird”: “Knowing you need to change / is easier than / making changes.” You can almost hear the college crowd drunkenly belting this one back from the pit.

Stapler’s Monster” slows the tempo for Parting just to show their strength as songwriters. After two solid, hook-laden songs, dueling vocal lines allow room for more vulnerability before our revivalists jump back into the hooks with “After the Fact” and “Maybe He’s Blinking When You’re Blinking.” The penultimate track, “He’s Obviously Beekeeping Age,” shows a more experimental, patient, electronic side of Parting. Think Jimmy Eat World’s “Pass the Baby” meets the trumpet fare of early Foxing.

Again, Unmake Me’s sequencing shines in this setup, laddering up to the catharsis of “Living Proof.” Like a feather floats to the ground, the gang vocals that kick off the denouement of the record are begging to be sung at the end of a late night. Yet it’s Latinen’s final words that bring us the closure so desperately needed after careening through the previous songs: “I’m living proof / of carrying through.” After what’s been a handful of rough years for myriad peoples, Latinen’s lines will hit home no matter what your background is.

Parting arrive just in time for the party, as though everyone was anxiously awaiting them. Then, immediately after the last note rings, they bow, leave, and make you wish they never left the stage. Unmake Me’s 18 minutes aren’t enough time with Parting, but you’ll want to flip this record right over and play it again after that final guitar chimes.


Joe Wasserman is a high school English teacher in New York City. When he’s not listening to music, he’s writing short stories, playing bass for Save the Robots, or loving his pug, Franklin. You can find him on Twitter at @a_cuppajoe.

The Best of May 2021

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Easily the most stacked month of 2021 thus far, May saw oodles of emo, heaping helpings of punk, and even a few fantastic folk releases. Of course, we also threw in some blues and metalcore for good measure, plus an actual grunge album to top it all off.


Stars Hollow - I Want to Live My Life

Acrobat Unstable

Acrobat Unstable

The Iowa emo trio moves from licking their wounds on Happy Again and arrested development on “Tadpole” to active progress on their debut album. Capturing equal parts self-discovery, self-destruction, and self-improvement, I Want to Live My Life is one person’s journey from passive complacency to active betterment. This story is soundtracked by tappy guitar licks, emotive screams, and killer drum fills. As the listener stitches together the threads connecting each song, putting the pieces together results in one of the most satisfying emo experiences this year. 

Read our full review of I Want to Life My Life here.


NATL PARK SRVC - The Dance

Self-released

Self-released

The Dance sounds like mid-aughts “classic” indie rock in the best way possible. Seven members deep, complete with a horn section and occasional strings, NATL PARK SRVC sounds like they could have opened for Arcade Fire or Broken Social Scene at the peak of those band’s respective Pitchfork-fueled successes. The Dance feels like a hidden gem you’d stumble across in a record store circa-2003 and would obsess over for years. It sounds like the cassette you’d find in the car of your best friend’s cooler older brother and would have an immediate respect for based on that association alone. This is a high-flying, highly-polished indie rock album that arrives to us fully formed. While the record comes with familiar trappings, it feels like NATL PARK SRVC have already carved out their own corner of the world in just 48 minutes and 7 seconds. 


The Black Keys - Delta Kream

Nonesuch Records

Nonesuch Records

I’ve been a fan of The Black Keys for as long as they’ve been around. In retrospect, picturing myself as a pre-teen listening to Junior Kimbrough covers and songs like “Grown So Ugly” is objectively hilarious but made all the sense in the world as an accompaniment to my rabid White Stripes fandom. Watching the band evolve from sleazy, sloppy garage rock into a poppier and poppier version of themselves has been one of the great displeasures of my music listening career. That said, I don’t begrudge the band for chasing success, even if it means becoming synonymous with car commercial music in the process. 

On Delta Kream, The Black Keys genuinely get back to their roots with 11 covers of blues greats ranging from R. L. Burnside to John Lee Hooker. This record captures my favorite version of the band; it’s the one that I first fell in love with and one that I never thought we’d see again. The guitar tone is muddy, the vocals are mumbled, and the songs feel like they have space to breathe. This album is a direct contrast to 2019’s “Let’s Rock”, which feels like a collection of blues-rock songs that were bitten by a radioactive Subaru Outback. Delta Kream may not get a sold-out tour or million-dollar placements in commercials, but I’m glad it exists, and I know I’m not alone. 


Smol Data - Inconvenience Store

Open Door Records

Open Door Records

As explained by the band themselves on Twitter, Inconvenience Store is a collection of songs about the “insane little art community you made the center of your universe as a teenager.” More specifically, the album is about aging out of that community and trying to figure out where the hell you’re supposed to go next. That’s a pretty universal experience every music-adjacent creative feels growing up, and the songs reflect that universality whether it’s through the poppy hums of “Salaried (Bankruptcy Eve)” or the ska-flavored “Bitch Store.” The record stakes out a space that melds the personable, eccentric indie-pop of Illuminati Hotties with the wholistic world-building of Glass Beach, and that is a Venn diagram I can one-hundred percent get behind. 


Just Friends - JF Crew, Vol. 2

Pure Noise Records

Pure Noise Records

Just Friends is serotonin in audio form. Just Friends is pure adrenaline packed with a punch of love, acceptance, and good vibes. Following an excellent three-pack of songs from earlier this year, the band is back with another stack of fun-loving funk-rock tunes. Opening track “Sizzle” is a 100-mile-per-hour banger that sees lead singers Sam Kless and Brianda "Brond" Goyos Leon vivaciously trading bars. As Brond delivers a series of spitfire boasts with Sam as her hypeman, the song eventually breaks down into a stank-face-inducing stoner rock riff. The grooviness doesn’t stop there because this opener gives way to a Lil B remix and a fantastic No Doubt cover in the proceeding tracks. Three songs, no misses. With this EP, Just Friends once again prove that they are a reliable supplier of feel-good ass-shakin’ tunes… as if there was ever any doubt.


The Devil Wears Prada - ZII

Solid State Records

Solid State Records

Back in 2010, The Devil Wears Prada were riding high. They had just released (arguably) the best album of their career one year prior, then they dropped a zombie-themed EP at the undeniable height of the early-aughts zombie zeitgeist. Aside from being a collection of six fantastic songs, in retrospect, it’s impressive how well the band was able to strike while the iron was hot. The Walking Dead was just revving up on TV, the video game world was inundated with games like Left 4 Dead and Call Of Duty, and films like Zombieland were doing gangbusters at the box office. Over the next decade, the band became a little shakier. They got heavier and darker with Dead Throne in 2011, they lost a founding member in 2012, and then released the middling 8:18 in 2013. The group seemed to be righting the ship in 2015 with Space EP, a similarly committed concept EP about the dangers lurking in the sci-fi corners of space. One year later, they delivered the massively underrated Transit Blues in 2016, then released the somehow even more underrated The Act in 2019. With ZII, the band is signaling that they’ve finally returned to the heights they achieved over a decade ago. 

The Devil Wears Prada may have undergone lineup changes and indulged in new sounds that didn’t always pay off, but now they are venturing back into the zombie world they began to flesh out back in 2010, and this time it’s not a gimmick. The band is able to pick up right where they left off on the first Zombie EP as if the intervening years happened in the blink of an eye. The band sounds as sharp, and the screams sound as ferocious as they did a decade ago. The lyrics faithfully stick close to the horror theme but still leave room for compelling narratives and bits of songwriting to occur without being overshadowed by a sense of novelty. For those who have been “tuning out” of the metalcore scene for the last few years, this EP is an appeal directly to you. For most fans, it was clear that the band was achieving new artistic heights with their last full-length, but this EP is an affirmation. It’s a signal to grab your old metalcore tee out of the closet and break it out one last time for 2010’s sake. 


Mannequin Pussy - Perfect

Epitaph Records

Epitaph Records

Mannequin Pussy are masters of the punk craft, and with each release, the band’s skills have only sharpened. The group’s newest EP, Perfect, is a five-song master class in the punk genre. The emotions have become more fierce but also more controlled. The choruses have become catchier but don’t forfeit their deep-rooted rage. Every type of Mannequin Pussy song is represented here. “Control” hones in the poppier chorus-driven side of the band’s spectrum, “Perfect” is the fast, thrashy punk song, and “To Lose You” is the mid-tempo rocker that pulls at your heartstrings ever so slightly. While each track is fantastic in its own right, the two biggest surprises come at the tail end of the release.

Pigs Is Pigs” sees Missy handing vocal duties over to bassist Colins "Bear" Regisford for a Turnstile-esque track that tackles police brutality. Based on Ellis Parker Butler’s short story of the same name, “Pigs Is Pigs” encapsulates an all-cops-are-bad-narrative by illustrating how bureaucratic, systematic violence by the cops will never truly end by weeding out the “bad apples” and calling it a day. Bear uses this short story as an analogy for the dire need to defund the police as well as the ideology and policy set during the days of slave patrolling which formed the force from the inside out. As policing has become more assertive, expansive, and militaristic, the techniques have become more violent, punitive, and discriminatory, leading to extreme cycles of violence and death. Furthermore, as the rules behind policing become more violent and fascist, the general public has continued to fear the cops and act within privileged safety nets. On this song, Bear reminds the listener that these rules ascribed to us are only disguised as “right” to hide the violence and injustice behind them. This challenges all of us to decide what is actually right. Is the pervasive narrative good for your community and humanity, or are you just listening to what you’re being told? Mannequin Pussy tells us to pick a side: fear or fight. 

Closing track “Darling” is a soft-spoken confessional ballad with an electronic beat, understated guitar, and even delicate bells which carry the release out. Over its 14 minutes, Perfect sees hardened punk perfection slowly unraveling to reveal a tender core. Closing out a rager of an EP with a muted love song follows the sentimental theme found on the closing track of 2019’s Patience, and it is as poignant as it is lovely. 


Fiddlehead - Between the Richness

Run For Cover Records

Run For Cover Records

When Fiddlehead dropped their debut album back in 2018, I went in completely blind. I hadn’t heard the band’s ep from three years prior; I wasn’t even familiar with the member’s other projects, Have Heart or Basement. Nevertheless, I checked the record out solely because Springtime and Blind was being put out on Run For Cover, and that was a label I trusted implicitly. My trust paid off, and that album became my favorite of 2018

After a brief pitstop in 2019, Fiddlehead is back with another 25 minutes of careening and grief-ridden post-hardcore. While Springtime and Blind saw lead singer Patrick Flynn reckoning with his father’s death, Between the Richness is a markedly more optimistic record about centering yourself and finding peace in between the ambivalent chaos of life. While Between The Richness may be more uplifting, that doesn’t mean the band has made a complete sonic shift. Luckily, this record bears the same throat-shredding bellows as the group’s previous work. The choruses are sticky and primed for anthemic sing-alongs in a crowd full of sweaty strangers. Richness is life-affirming rock music that comes from a deep and genuine place. Being able to venture into this world for 25 minutes at a time is an absolute miracle. 


Bachelor - Doomin’ Sun

Polyvinyl Records

Polyvinyl Records

My first listen of Doomin’ Sun happened in a cabin on a farm tucked far up in the mountains of Colorado. This first listen came at the tail end of a long day spent hiking, taking in the natural world, and feeling appreciative of the love I’m able to share with my partner. It turns out that was the perfect way to first experience the collaborative album from the minds behind Jay Som and Palehound. Doomin’ Sun is an album made for porch beers and long drives through the mountains at sunset with the person that matters most to you. It’s laid-back, easy-going, and emotionally forthright. I look forward to this record soundtracking many more sun-drenched memories over the coming months and years. 


Downhaul - Proof

Refresh Records

Refresh Records

Much like the debut album from Stars Hollow, Proof is a record about personal growth as measured through one person. Throughout its ten songs, we watch our narrator work his way from hollow connections to genuine betterment. However, unlike most albums centered around this topic, Proof recognizes that the most challenging part of personal progress isn’t always growth itself, but admitting you need it in the first place. Proof is an album about wrestling with the almost imperceptible seismic shift that happens once you fully own up to the weight of your existence in every form.

Read our full review of Proof here.


The Give & Take - Great Pause

Knifepunch Records

Knifepunch Records

After a five-year hiatus, Expert Timing drummer Gibran Colbert revives The Give & Take to deliver a collection of five excellent songs about uncomfortably growing into the first real adult phase of your life. These songs focus in on physical manifestations of adulthood like a gifted briefcase that has fallen into disuse. They also pan out to address more universal issues like religion, isolation, and mental health. Colbert describes the band as “twinkle country” with inclusive, positive vibes, and the release reflects that, even in its moments of vulnerability. Songs like “Settled” possess an easy-breezy porch swing sway, despite the topic of not quite being where you want to be. The release finds peace in what might make others uncomfortable, all leading up to the last two tracks, which form an emotionally resonant one-two punch that gives this EP the heft of a full-length album. 


Gulfer, Charmer - Split

Topshelf Records, No Sleep Records, Royal Mountain Records

Topshelf Records, No Sleep Records, Royal Mountain Records

Ever since I heard the first chaotic yelps of Dog Bless, I knew there was something special about Gulfer. They were an emo band that knew how to mix humor and levity with the usual overwrought sentiments of the genre. Their instrumentation was tight, their vocals stuck, and they were on a legendary emo label to boot. Oppositely, Charmer’s self-titled record was a slow-burn that worked its way up from standard emo fare to an album I’d consider “perfect,” even if only within the bounds of the genre. Charmer had choruses for days, and the band’s songs never overstayed their welcome. Sprinkle both of these releases with well-placed instrumentals, short run times, and excellent production, and you have two modern emo classics. 

Last year, both bands released excellent follow-ups to their respective landmark albums that flew (relatively) under the radar in emo circles. Now, they’re back, and they’ve teamed up for a split of two songs that see each band indulging in the best aspects of their respective styles. Gulfer jolts the listener with a jagged instrumental barrage on “Look,” while Charmer croons over guitar tapping on “Diamond (Sprinkler).” This split may only be two tracks, but it’s a team-up that feels tailor-made to me and every other emo out there in need of six minutes and 35 seconds of deep human connection.


Jimmy Montague - Casual Use

Chillwavve Records

Chillwavve Records

While the music world was focused on the middling new 70s-inspired St. Vincent album, Jimmy Montague surprise-released a 70s-indebted record of his own. While it’s easy to listen to Casual Use and hear the classic rock inspiration, it’s something that can sound great on paper but easily fail in execution. So how do I know that Casual Use is the real deal? Well, I sent it to my father, who came of age when this type of music was in its heyday. My dad’s review? “Very good tunes” that will “probably be a regular” on his playlists. That endorsement says more than I ever can. 


Palette Knife - Ponderosa Snake House and the Chamber Of Bullshit

Take This To Heart Records

Take This To Heart Records

Ponderosa Snake House and the Chamber Of Bullshit is an album whose DNA is composed of equal parts Studio Ghibli sentimentality and Vine-era internet humor. It’s a collection of 11 caring, cathartic, and catchy songs, all fueled by the satisfying effervescence of LaCroix. Ponderosa Snake is an exceptionally crafted emo release that ticks all the possible boxes that the genre offers. Tappy guitar parts? Check. Immaculate production? Check. Fun choruses punctuated by brutally honest verses? Double fucking check. 


Superbloom - Pollen

Self-released

Self-released

A grunge album released in 2021? It’s more likely than you think! The first song on Superbloom’s Pollen is titled “1994,” which is either incredibly apt or incredibly on-the-nose, depending on who you ask. Regardless, “1994” serves an important purpose of setting the listener’s expectations before they even click play. Upon entering the album, you’re met with a wall of sludgy guitar tone, and raspy mumbled vocals that sound about as close to Kurt Cobain as that AI-created Nirvana song from earlier this year. Taking all the best lessons from the Stone Temple Pilots and the Soundgarden’s of the world, Superbloom effortlessly blends together a wide swath of 90s sounds into one throwback release that speaks directly to my inner 90s kid. There are hooks worthy of a Nirvana song, guitar tones akin to a Smashing Pumpkins track, and self-loathing only bested by the aforementioned Stone Temple Pilots. Lead singer Dave Hoon has a voice that sits somewhere between Cobain and the nu-metal bands who took up the mantle of grunge in the early 2000s. 

With Totally 90s™ song titles like “Whatever” and others that nod to influential acts of the time like Built to Spill, it can sometimes feel like the band is merely cosplaying this era of music à la Greta Van Fleet. Even if that’s true, the songs end up coming off as more admiration than emulation. Pollen feels like a release from a bunch of 20-somethings who grew up spending hours with their Smashing Pumpkins CDs, and I respect that because, hey, me too. Pollen sounds like an album lost to time and only recently uncovered. It sounds like time traveling back to Portland in the 90s. It sounds like grunge. 


Quick Hits

BUG MOMENT - BUG - The 100 gecs-ification of bedroom rock is here, and I adore it. 

Pearl Jam - Deep - A gargantuan, too-big-for-any-normal human 5504 song collection of bootleg live recordings taken from 186 shows across Pearl Jam’s decade-spanning career. 

Angel Olsen - Song of the Lark and Other Far Memories - Angel Olsen closes out her current era with a collection of her last two records capped off with new songs and remixes.

St. Vincent - Daddy’s Home - After an exhausting album cycle, Annie Clark finally drops her woozy 70s-indebted record that attempts to recapture the grit of New York at its most mystical and drugged-out.

Pet Fox - More Than Anything  - A three-pack of poppy and impeccably put-together shoegaze tracks via Exploding In Sound records.

Fiver - Fiver With the Atlantic School of Spontaneous Composition - Spacious indie rock with a country tinge and Fiona Apple-like vocals.

Marble Teeth x Riddle - Split 7” - One of my favorite lyricists in the midwest teams up with a friend from his hometown in this lovely little four-track split. 

Weezer - Van Weezer - Initially intended to be released around the same time as last year’s ill-fated Hella Mega Tour, the newest LP from Weezer sees the band going full over-the-top 80s guitar-shredding in this album-length genre pastiche. 

SeeYouSpaceCowboy x If I Die First - A Sure Disaster - A short split (and fun video) from two of the bands bearing the torch of Rise Records-style Mallcore in 2021.

Skatune Network - Greetings from Ska Shores - The ever-prolific god of upstrokes drops a collection of Animal Crossing songs, all rendered in a sunny ska style.

Olivia Rodrigo - SOUR - If the plodding ballads from Phoebe Bridgers’ Punisher traded LA-Brain for the suburbs and then went to go karaoke Lorde songs. 

Good Sleepy - everysinglelittlebit - 30 minutes of cleanly produced, emotionally messy tap-heavy emo. An impressive debut.

Babe Rainbow - Changing Colours  - Sunny vibe-filled music primed for beachside hangouts, midday beers, and watching summer sunsets from the comfort of a lakeborne boat.

Missing Life - DEMO - A shoegazy four-song demo from one of the minds behind Mover Shaker that sits somewhere at the intersection of Slowdive and Snow Patrol.

Boyish - We’re all gonna die, but here’s my contribution - Beautifully emotive and inward bedroom indie that cuts straight to the heart of relationships.

A.G. Cook - Apple vs. 7G - An album from the hyperpop head of PC Music collecting remixed tracks from last year’s fantastic Apple and the seven-disc-long 7G.

Pomegranate Tea - Life Is Getting So _____. - Six emo songs with the potential to come to life in small basements and sweaty bars. 

Beatricks - Razzle Frazzle - A series of compelling bleeps, bloops, screams, and strums that make you feel like you’re about to set the world on fire. 

Hot Mulligan - i won’t reach out to you - Emo stalwarts Hot Mulligan release a short addendum to last year’s fantastic sophomore album you’ll be fine

.michael. - Secret Handshake - 100 cute and surprisingly well-crafted songs all written in five minutes or less. 

Green-House - Music for Living Spaces - Relaxing synthy songs designed to “hit that part of the brain that’s affected by the emotional state that you’re in when you perceive something as cute.”

Khaki Cuffs – 3rd and Long | Single Premiere

Knowing when to end something is hard.
Knowing how to end something is even harder. 

Khaki Cuffs were a Delaware-based emo band that existed from 2017 to 2020. While the group started (as so many do) with a series of rough-around-the-edges demos and scrappy recordings, they had just begun to break through to the larger emo scene in April of 2020 with the release of their self-titled album. Obviously, the ongoing global pandemic prevented Khaki Cuffs from touring on the record, but that didn’t stop them from gaining a sizable number of fans over the last year. 

Khaki Cuffs was worth its weight in emo gold. The record effortlessly waded from screamo wails to affirmative revelations in a matter of minutes. Outside of the music, the band had some of the best merch in the game and went viral on places like TikTok and Twitter more times than I can count. Simply put, they were doing everything right. They tapped, they riffed, they got heavy as shit, but despite all this, they still made the difficult decision to call it wraps on the project by the end of 2020. 

Now, nearly a year after the release of their breakthrough album, the duo, comprised of Brody Hamilton (guitar, drums, vocals) and Drew Rackie (bass), have remastered and reissued their self-titled, completely redone from the ground up. The gorgeous vinyl, courtesy of Chillwavve Records, features new album art and contains one extra song that acts as the record’s new de facto closer. This brings us to “3rd and Long,” the final Khaki Cuffs song, which we have the honor of premiering here today.

“3rd and Long” begins with a hilarious clip from a Delaware state hearing in 2019 about Newarks’ anti-partying law. Samples like this have been a staple of the band’s discography for as long as they’ve been creating music, so it only feels right that their final song would begin with such a snippet that also pays homage to their home state. Similarly, “3rd and Long” has been a staple of the band’s live set for almost two years now, so this song finally seeing the light of day is truly a poetic full-circle moment.

This sample gives way to a propulsive emo instrumental that will immediately get your head bobbing along as if you were in a packed basement show. As the instrumental careens forward, Hamilton airs out their insecurities with lyrics that are equal parts regretful and uncertain. 

After another hard-charging instrumental push, a banjo emerges to accompany the second verse, echoing previous tracks like “how to turn your emotional anguish into cold hard cash.” This use of banjo encapsulates Khaki Cuff's dynamic sound within the emo realm and feels like something that only this band can pull off so well. 

The group hits us with one more chorus, and then the song drops out into a rolling instrumental stretch that paves the way for one final screamo outburst. As Hamilton rattles off a stream of consciousness in their unmistakable shrill wail, it feels like a reminder of what makes this band great. The way Khaki Cuffs manage to transition from boppy midwest emo to raw screamo confessionals has always been impressive.

Soon after this screamo passage, the instrumental snaps into place in the most satisfying way. The band manages to regain their composure just long enough to hit the listener with a hypnotic singalong bridge that carries the song out. And just like that, Khaki Cuffs is no more. Long live Khaki Cuffs.

“3rd and Long” drops on streaming platforms tomorrow, and Khaki Cuffs’ self-titled record is available for pre-order now through Chillwavve Records.

Downhaul – Proof | Album Review

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Growth is hard to measure. It’s unquantifiable, it’s non-linear, and there’s no clearly defined endpoint. It’s also something that each person needs to recognize and undertake on their own. You can’t force a person to grow or change any more than you can stop the sun from setting or the rain from falling. Throughout PROOF, Downhaul ruminate on growth, filter it through the lens of memory, and ground it in physical spaces strewn across the wide-open sprawl of nature. 

Much like growth itself, the band does not begin the record with immediate progress but rather recognizing the need for growth in the first place. As these revelations unfurl throughout the epic seven-minute opener, “Bury,” the group does an excellent job of acclimating you into the gothic country world of the album. The song begins with a slow fade-up on an atmospheric howl of wind accompanied by a single jangly guitar and carefully brushed cymbals. As the cymbals grow louder and more intense about a minute in, lead singer Gordon Phillips emerges from the dense fog pondering in a Greet Death twang, “Did I waste the years when it all came so easily? / Was I standing still?  Did I slip at the edge of the quarry?” Soon after the first verse, the full band joins in, guitar, drums, and bass all falling into a towering and naturalistic riff worthy of a Balance and Composure song. 

The instrumental rises and falls as the guitar masterfully carves its path in the listener’s mind. The bass rumbles with a thunderous power, rattling underneath Phillips’ lyrics of backsliding and non-linear progress. As the story unfolds, Phillips begins to address some anonymous other, singing the album’s namesake and punctuating it with sentiments of despair and bitterness.

You wanted proof, you wanted
Lost sight of where we started
You denigrate your own, it’s so shameful
As you curse the ground that you came from
You wanted proof, you wanted...

The lyrics that end this song trail off, making them sound like an incomplete half-thought, but they actually do an important job of establishing the core concept for the album. As the listener hangs on this sentiment, the instrumental sputters out into a dusty, minimalistic stretch that allows for rumination. This use of negative space is something the band does excellently throughout the album and even within individual songs. These recurring instrumental stretches give the listener ample space to reflect on the lyrics and form their own meanings around the songs. 

After this long narrative pause, the next words we hear on “Dried” act like a flashback transporting us to a completely different time and place in the narrator’s life. Now on a sunny lakeside dock, the entire tone of the record shifts into a refreshing, youthful optimism in the vein of 2014-era Seahaven. Even though we’ve never been to these locations or experienced these events, Phillips’ lyrics do an excellent job of placing you there and making it feel as if you’ve experienced them in a past life. It’s a strange sense of familiarity and déjà vu. 

From there, the record changes tone within nearly every song. Even though the locations and people change, the sense that you’re experiencing everything from one single perspective is never lost. The sunny hard-charging desert drives of “Scatterplot” give way to blurry late-night trips through the heartland on “Curtains.” Lyrics range from textural to sweeping and address the relationships Phillips has both with himself and those around him. He writes about infatuation giving way to disillusionment. He talks about stagnation and contrasts that with the rewarding feeling of building something with another person. Songs zoom in on tactile things like stretchers and split-ends, then zoom all the way out to massive formations like shipyards and suspension bridges.

As we take in this full range of human emotion, these experiences all begin to fold in on themselves. A prevailing sense of unhappiness slowly emerges over the course of the album’s middle stretch. Feelings aren’t revealed. Things are hidden. People stop being honest. These relationships decay seemingly in real-time as you listen. Luckily, things take a turn for the better on “The Ladder,” where Phillips sings with newfound devotion over an understated acoustic guitar.

I’ve been backwards since I met you
Climb the ladder to impress you
All my clothes feel tighter when you
Say my name so I just let you

From this point on, things don’t necessarily get “better,” but a sense of progression begins to reveal itself. The lyrics start to come from a place of love, colors brighten, and the world warms up. Complications, while they still exist, begin to untangle themselves over time with a little bit of attention and self-care. 

PROOF truly comes full circle on the closing track “About Leaving.” After opening with a meditative slide guitar, Phillips wades into his feelings and emerges with a list of promises.

I’m gonna stand up straighter
I’m gonna leave and I won’t come back until I feel better
I’m gonna hang things on my walls
I’m gonna chase the ways we felt before this stood 10 feet tall
I gotta learn to leave

Here, everything from posture to interior decorating act as mandates for personal growth. Phillips has looked inward, found fault, and recognized the things in his life that he needs to address. Not only that, he’s promising to work on them. In the second verse, he continues this list with an even more challenging group of things to work toward, which all culminate in a soulful guitar solo.

I’m gonna stop comparing
I’m gonna focus on the people who have always cared for me
I’m gonna keep my head down
I’m gonna know when to recognize that this was all my fault
I gotta learn to leave

The final verse of the album ends with an epiphany that summarizes all of these resolutions with a beautifully poetic metaphor that both circles back to the first track and drops the album's title.

I’m gonna scale the canyon
Between who I thought I’d be and where I ended up
I’m gonna be more patient
Well you wanted proof, and I’d say that you got it

Scaling a canyon feels like an apt metaphor for personal growth. It seems monumental and near-impossible, but it is attainable if the desire is there… and that desire is a crucial first step. Landing on the line of “Well you wanted proof, and I’d say that you got it” both explains the album’s namesake and acts as an inverse parallel to the opening track where Phillips recognizes the need for proof but offers no such thing. 

Here, the listener realizes that the entire album is the proof. This record is comprised of stories, emotions, relationships, and revelations that all lead to one inevitable conclusion about the need to better oneself. As we journey past bodies of water, seek shelter from summer storms, and interact with meaningful people over the course of this album’s 43 minutes, we also accompany the band on this journey of personal growth and self-discovery. This quest is a beautiful thing to witness, but most critically, PROOF prompts the listener to look inward and think about what they can do to improve within their own life. In an album littered with landmarks and grounded in physical spaces, the most important monument within PROOF is the one we are building to ourselves.

Growth may be hard to measure, but PROOF contains enough progress to last a lifetime. Improving yourself is work; it doesn’t happen overnight, and it definitely doesn’t happen in 43 minutes. It took Downhaul five years and six releases to get here, but the band’s second album is a document that speaks for itself. PROOF is an interactive, inspiring, and emotive retelling of one person’s march toward betterment. If just one listener takes the message of this album to heart, then Downhaul have done their job.