If you’d allow me to indulge in some time travel for a moment, I’d like to take you back to 2010. We were two years into the Obama administration, and the phrase “Tik Tok” evoked Ke$ha rather than a social media platform. I was sixteen, a senior in high school, and just starting my first job. Every day I consumed music with a voracious hunger, but it always came back to one band for me… Dance Gavin Dance.
Their music may have been a little cringy, over-the-top, and occasionally too-noodly, but their first three albums set my teenage brain on fire with endorphins. It was everything I loved about groups like Underoath and Chiodos cranked up to 11 with a Ween-esque commitment to a unique brand of Gonzo-hardcore. They were going to scream, “I am a million fucking bucks / I am a thousand fucking fucks,” and they were going to say it with their whole chest. They meant that shit.
In fact, I loved Dance Gavin Dance so much that I’d spend hours going on deep, early-aughts internet dives in search of anything that sounded remotely like them. You pick a number, and I can name a band that only a handful of people would even remember in 2021. We’re Not Friends Anymore? You got it. Jovian? You betcha. Artifex Pereo? I was there. It’s funny to look back at this crop of bands with any sort of reverence in 2021, if only because the bands hardly have any reverence themselves. I’m talking about those groups who somehow still manage to net 1,000 monthly listeners on Spotify despite the fact that they only have cover art as their profile picture… That is if they’re even on streaming services at all. I’m talking about the Rosaline’s and the Arms Like Yours of the world. These are groups that were taking a swing at fame because, honestly, there was a good chance they could at least land a record deal by just looking the part. These are the bands that time has forgotten, but don’t get me wrong; they still mean something to me even a decade removed from being the center of my musical world.
I even went back to older acts like Circa Survive, The Fall of Troy, and Glassjaw in my never-ending search for screamo. These bands were arguably doing more “important” work in post-hardcore the same way that Deftones makes “important” nu-metal in comparison to, say, Limp Bizkit. But at the time, I needed that goofiness, and nothing hit quite like Dance Gavin Dance. Well, in my decade-plus journey of searching for the next DGD, I’m proud to say I’ve finally found it in Johnny Football Hero.
First off, their band name could have fit in perfectly alongside any act off Tragic Hero Records or InVogue back in 2010. These guys could have easily hopped on a tour opening for Akissforjersey and Lower Definition, and I wouldn’t have batted an eye. Not only that, I probably would have bought a ticket.
I mean this in the nicest way possible, but when I listen to Complacency, I am transported straight back to 2010. I can practically see myself one decade ago, swigging on a Monster Energy Drink in between rounds of Halo: Reach. I feel like this is an EP I would have ripped off of Mediafire or some obscure Bandcamp page while chasing the dragon of post-hardcore.
The release begins with a static-filtered guitar that eventually opens up to a propulsive post-hardcore riff. What really seals the deal is when guitarist/vocalist James McGill saunters into frame and lets out their first soulful bellow about ten seconds into the song. The vocalizations careen over the track, perched nicely atop a fuzzy chord progression and crashing cymbals. Near the end of the first verse, the music drops out into some emo tapping as the band articulates the struggle that accompanies the daunting combination of numbness and neurodivergency.
Emotions hit a peak midway through the song as McGill reaches their upper register while stretching the word “deraillll’ into a four-second affair. Then things bottom out completely when the band hits the riff one last time before dropping out into a slow-paced post-rock gallop. As this subtle instrumental twinkles, they leave enough space for a Bojack Horseman clip to steal the spotlight. In this clip, Bojack’s half-sister Hollyhock (played by Aparna Nancherla) talks about her struggle with her inner monologue. She says, “But sometimes I have this tiny voice in the back of my head that goes like, ‘Hey, everyone hates you, and they’re not wrong to feel that way.’” to which Bojack (Will Arnett) flatly replies, “I know what you mean.” Hollyhock then elaborates in a worried tone, “That voice... the one that tells you you're worthless and stupid and ugly? It goes away, right? It's just like, a dumb teenage girl thing, but then it goes away?” After pausing for a beat, Bojack simply replies, “Yeah.” Then the instrumental kicks back in.
Man.
I know at a certain point, using external material like this in music can feel like cheating, but it’s hard to think of the last time I heard a sample utilized this well. As the instrumental builds back up, everything abruptly cuts out, and all we can hear is the shaking of a single tambourine. Suddenly the track explodes back to life over some Donkey Kong-style hand-drumming that’s borderline Salsa-esque. Then the band hits us with the chorus one last time. And this was only the first song on a 26 minute EP.
From here, the band makes the most of cathartic group chants and a classic rock guitar solo on “41.” They deploy a searing slow-burn “Complacency, Pt. 1,” a razor-sharp shout-along chorus on “Sister Hellen,” and even some mathy midwest guitar tapping on “Aurora.” In the context of the modern “DIY emo scene,” Aurora sounds exactly like what certain bands are trying to achieve; earnest lyrics and hyper-technical instrumentation that all lead up to a stunning shoegaze riff. This is what groups like Clearbody and Dad Bod have been circling around; universally relatable emotions surrounded on either side by a sludgy tone that perfectly captures the mood without using any words.
While Complacency opens beautifully and the middle fleshes out an excellent range of sounds, what pushes this EP over the edge for me comes in the form of its six-minute closer “Complacency, Pt. 2.” The song opens up quietly much like its preceding counterpart; a single delicately plucked reverb-laden guitar accompanies McGill’s repetition that things are “much clearer.” Then we hear a guitar strum that is caked in so much static it’s almost unrecognizable as an instrument. After a short introduction, McGill settles into their default yelp alongside a steady kick drum which slowly increases in intensity as the seconds tick by. A minute and a half in, things erupt into a barrage of drum fills and the band rolls into their final charge. One verse and 30 seconds later, things reach a boil as Mcgill hits a soaring Kurt Travis vocalization. At the same time, drummer Misha Datskovsky screams a borderline-rap verse that sits somewhere between Jon Mess’ contributions on “Heat Seeking Ghost of Sex” and “Swan Soup.”
These dueling vocalizations last a little over 20-seconds, but they are better than anything Dance Gavin Dance has done over the last five years. As someone who’s still a diehard Dance Gavin Dance fan, that simultaneously pains me to say but is also some of the highest praise I can give Johnny Football Hero.
This vocal duel ends in a guitar solo (because, of course) and throws to another group chant that offers a cathartic ray of optimism delivered in an instantly catchy cadence.
I'm not okay but I'm just fine
I think I'll get there with some time
If I'm complacent how have I moved on through
Cause I'd rather die than put up with your abuse
At the tail end of this chant, you hear the sounds of cheers, laughter, and in-studio tambourine shaking. It’s a brief moment of celebration in an otherwise confessional and emotionally draining release. The EP could have ended there, and I would have been satisfied, but instead, we hear one more verse before things quiet to a hush. Finally, with one minute and 22 seconds left, a single snare hit calls things to order as the group re-forms into one last seismic shoegaze riff for a final push.
As the EP ends, I’m transported back to the modern-day. I’m no longer in high school, my iPhone 4 transforms into an iPhone 12 Mini, and I am once again an adult with responsibilities. It’s a brutal comedown, but worth it for the half-hour portal back to the past.
Not only is Complacency a great EP from a young, upcoming band, but it’s also a powerful bout of nostalgia that allows me to revisit my past self. It’s evidence that maybe not everything I listened to in high school was a total waste of time; maybe some of it has more influence than I realize. Maybe it’s proof that these ideas, sounds, and approaches to music transcend time or scene. Perhaps it even speaks to some more profound truth that iterates on unshakable feelings we all experience as humans. Maybe it just shreds.
Ultimately, Johnny Football Hero is making something more earnest than Dance Gavin Dance. Complacency covers more vital topics and deeper conversations than DGD ever did, but maybe that better reflects where we are as a society in 2021. I guess that’s for the next generation of fans to look back on and decide. Regardless of this EP’s legacy or place in the soulful post-hardcore emo music spectrum, Johnny Football Hero has crafted something equal parts innovative and nostalgic. This release may only be nostalgic for a certain type of guy in his late-20s, but I am here to confirm they’ve landed with at least one member of this audience. The band’s lyrics combined with musical moments that take me back a decade in time result in a one-of-a-kind listening experience unlike any other this year or in 2010.
