Big Vic – Girl, Buried | Album Review

My favorite albums and songs aren’t great just because of the random assemblage of lyrics and instrumentals they possess; they’re great because the artist is pursuing a specific vision. Sometimes the writing is so vivid that it places you right alongside the narrator. Other times the band’s instrumentation is so distinct that it fleshes out their own corner of the musical universe. Those are the pieces of music that stick with me and keep me coming back because they offer something more than just a simple collection of sounds.

Specifically, in regards to the album format, a well-crafted world can be an infinitely renewable resource. I relish escaping into the countryside of Saint Cloud. I love donning my imaginary leather jacket for Born To Run. I will never get tired of the power and confidence that I feel while listening to Yeezus. Each of these albums flesh out their own one-of-a-kind universe thanks to the unflinching commitment of their respective creators. In capturing their reality, these artists offer up something of themselves. They welcome the listener in and let us find comfort, or coolness, or confidence in the space that they’ve created. That is what keeps me coming back to an album over time because it’s bigger than a good hook or a killer solo; it’s a world all its own. 

As a whole, shoegaze is a genre that understands this commitment to world-building. Bands like Greet Death, Gleemer, and Clearbody are all chipping away at different visions of the same thing. While Greet Death describes their style as “Blackened Post-Alt-Country,” Gleemer takes a more relatable, poppy singalong approach, meanwhile Clearbody offers a punchy style of Grungegaze. These bands can exist alongside heavy-hitters like Deafheaven and Hum, as well as exciting up-and-comers like Dazy and Alien Boy. You get the point. There is enough room in this genre for a wealth of diverse sounds, even when most bands are playing within the same sandbox of fuzzy guitars, sludgy bass, and crashing cymbals. 

This genre is all-encompassing. There are sub-shades of shoegaze where the core mechanics are cross-hatched into other sounds, but by and large, the genre follows the same approach; pummel the listener with distortion and trepidatious lyrics. Turn it up as loud as possible for maximum effect. 

In a genre that seems to be constantly shifting and ever-expanding, the Ann Arbor-based shoegaze act Big Vic is finally ready to unveil themselves with Girl, Buried. While they’ve been an entity since early 2019, it’s clear the band has spent the last two years practicing, honing their skill, and fleshing out their vision. Girl, Buried is a transportive piece of music that warps the familiar sound of shoegaze into something ferocious, groovy, and totally unique.

Once the listener presses play on the opening track, “Dinky,” they have no choice but to sink into the album like a water bed. The record opens with a squeal of feedback, quickly followed by a snappy slice of rock riffage. Lead singer Victoria Rinaldi sounds borderline Kim Deal-esque, affecting a sort of disgruntled 90s intonation that allows the band to bring things down a touch before swinging back into the next shoegaze riff. As the band shifts from one section of the song to the next, it feels as if you’re watching Spider-Man swing from one skyscraper to another; it’s acrobatic, exhilarating, and it all flows in an effortless, naturalistic way. 

Track two, “Broken Car,” is a bit of a sunkissed shift in sound. The song sounds agreeable enough; you can practically see the breeze wafting through the trees while you take in the jangly indie rock. As the opening verse unfolds, the band shifts into this kind of spiky cadence where the instrumental comes in fits and starts that coincide with Rinaldi’s delivery, emphasizing each word in the process. After a couple of verses, it all fades into a sort of Cure-like build which itself winds back up to the starting point, resolving in a neo-psychedelia Jay Som riff.

“Salt” opens with a radiant synth which is quickly paired with a searching Souvlaki-style space riff. The lyrics are just brief flashes that hit you like a jab from a dark alley; they hardly linger long enough to do anything, but still manage to knock the wind out of you. Right as you start to get a grasp on the sentiment, the guitar morphs into a sludgy wall of stankface tone, and we’re swept up into a tornado of overbearing emotion.

Album highlight “Gun Girl” changes things up with a fist-balling rager that alternates between a muscular, soaring punk riff and jagged, unsettling instrumentals. These whiplash-inducing passages are accompanied by vitriolic monologues aimed at creepy guys. The sentiments all pile up at the end of the song and culminate in a disorienting horn outburst that keeps things deliciously off-kilter. Not only does “Gun Girl” inject energy into the tracklist at just the right time, but it also wonderfully captures the out-of-control feeling you get from just trying to keep up with your thoughts while the world around you moves at lightning speed. 

The shoegaze-tinged half-steps into other genres don’t stop there. “Kerrytown” possesses lush slide guitar, lackadaisical banjo plucks, and a laid-back temper that’s slow as molasses and easy as the rolling hills. It’s a woozy little country-tinged pitstop that offers a perfect landing stip necessary for the comedown of “Gun Girl.” And while it starts mild-mannered, “Kerrytown” still crescendos into a beautiful, searching guitar solo that’s downright transcendental. This bleeds effortlessly into “Interlude,” where a whirl of static spins over some more banjo plucks for a wordless two-minute prattle before the final one-two punch of our closing songs.

“Worms” opens like a horror movie; proggy bass, guitar, and drums all jostle the listener around before igniting into an Adebisi Shank-style of robot rock. After a few whisper-quiet verses, the song degrades in real-time, slowing down with each bar before a crushing doom riff sweeps the entire thing into an endless abyss.

Closing track “Anymore” opens with a rolling, arid post-rock stretch that sets the scene for a reserved vocal performance. As the first verse nears its natural breaking point, the band falls into a lumbering Greet Death riff. Not content to repeat the same tricks twice, the next passage sees the group speeding the track up and slowing back down, distorting time like a warped Dalí clock or a piece of Laffy Taffy. The final 50-second stretch takes a page straight out of Mannequin Pussy’s playbook and breaks out into a riff so distorted and blown out it feels like you’re witnessing the end of the world. You can practically feel the walls of the studio shaking as the band breaks through the confines of the record, igniting into a solar flare and hanging themselves upon the night sky.

And that’s Girl, Buried. For a band named “@​​diet_emo” on Twitter, Big Vic is much less diminutive and far less emo than that handle would lead you to believe. This is a record that takes up space. This is a record that has things to say. This is a record that’s in control of its own destiny. 

Aside from the broad swath of genres represented here from shoegaze and beyond, Girl, Buried is also an excellently sequenced album that walks the listener seamlessly from one emotion to the next. Whether the band is getting technical and progressive or shaking with vitriol, Big Vic does an excellent job of making it all feel continuous. 

As the cataclysmic events of the world outside continue to bury us alive every day, sometimes having a world in which you can escape is vital. Girl, Buried isn’t a distraction. This album is not a world in which those hard feelings and oppressive events don’t exist; it’s a world in which they do, and you’re strong enough to confront them. This record is all your own rage, sadness, anger, and helplessness reflected back at you. It’s the band saying, “We feel it too.”

As we try to un-bury ourselves each day, Big Vic offers a forthright album-length reminder that, if you’re feeling the pressure, at least there’s comfort in knowing you’re not alone.

Colleen Green – Cool | Album Review

Yet another installment in our series of “first impression” reviews, the following write-up was written and published in just one day based solely upon a few sequential listens of Colleen Green’s newest album.

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Like many other denizens of 2015, I was enamored by Colleen Green’s third album, I Want To Grow Up. The combination of bratty pop-punk, borderline-stoner rock, and genuine human insight felt completely revelatory to me at the time. Place these Insomniac-era Green Day riffs underneath an iconic cover, Descendents reference, and sunglasses-clad getup, and it felt like Green had the potential to be one of punk music’s next great visionaries. Then a year passed. Then another. Eventually, six years down the line, we finally have a proper follow-up to that breakthrough record, and it feels just as impressive as the release that Green first staked her name on. 

I honestly thought enough time had passed that I’d be “over” Colleen Green’s sound by now, but one song into Cool and I was immediately proven wrong. Just when I thought I was out, she pulled me back in. Leaning further into a sort of One Beat-era Sleater Kinny style of Pacific Northwest indie rock, Cool is a different album from Grow Up in the best way possible. The opening track “Somewhere Else” sets the tone (and pace) for the record perfectly with a rolling instrumental evocative of other spacious album openers like Japanese Breakfast’s “Diving Woman.” After roughly a minute of jazzy, open-ended riffage, Green saunters into frame talk-singing the first verse in a poetic cadence that makes you lean in further and further with each bar. Then the song drops out into a guitar solo before throwing back to another obfuscated verse fleshing out a one-sided relationship. To carry out the track, a series of hummed “oooooh’s” lead directly to a glitchy repetition of “Do you?” That phrase loops out into a whispered refutation of “he has someone else” which repeats until the song fades into silence—a pretty incredible range of ideas for a three-minute opener. 

The other singles,  “I Wanna Be a Dog” and “It’s Nice To Be Nice,” bring the listener up to speed on Green’s artistic ethos in 2021; biting, acerbic lyricism basking underneath the glow of a sunny feel-good instrumental. It’s a delicious contradiction that results in some of the sharpest and most exciting songwriting I’ve heard all year. In the former track, Green takes the same sentiment as the famous Stooges song and reinterpolates it as a lens through which to view, analyze, and critique her outlook on life as well as her interpersonal relationships. Much like “Heavy Petting” by Future Teens, it’s a track that fully commits to its pet-based analogy, resulting in a song that can be enjoyed on a different level with each re-listen. In the latter single, Green takes a breezy sailboat instrumental and works up to a chorus that acts as a reminder to be kind to both yourself and others. 

Even though “It’s Nice To Be Nice” comes halfway through the tracklist, the song acts as the self-proclaimed sentimental peak of the album. On the record’s Bandcamp page, it reads of the track, “[it’s] Green’s reminder to herself that you get what you give, so it’s important to try and be the best person you can—a hard-won but essential lesson in the emotional maturity that defines Cool.”

From that point on, the Cool winds from patriarchal Mitski sentiments on “How Much Should You Love a Husband?,” Powerplant-era Girlpool sounds on “I Believe In Love,” and a meditative instrumental closer on “Pressure to Cum.” Throughout the first half of the album, you’ll find surfy indie rock on “Posi Vibes” and Diet Cig-flavored critiques of the always-on social media world with “You Don’t Exist.” There are harrowing tales of emotional disconnect on “Highway” countered by shimmering bass-guided adoration on “Natural Chorus.” Simply put, there’s a dazzling range of sounds and ideas on this record that somehow all manage to congeal into one cohesive piece of art. Every drum beat, bass thump, guitar lick, and synth note are all filtered through Green’s UV-protectant sunglasses, and that makes Cool feel like a fantastically singular creation.

Throughout each track on the album, I’m amazed by Green’s restraint in song structure. Whether penning multi-layered critiques on things as big as the society in which we live or zooming in to write about things as specific and singular as herself, Green always manages to find time to fit those observations between razor-sharp choruses and spectacular guitar solos. Even with a fairly traditional 36 minute run time, it feels like each of these ten tracks have enough time to do exactly what they need. Because each song has enough space to breathe, this means everything feels urgent, but nothing feels rushed. 

This measured approach to song structure is easily my favorite thing about Cool. Some songs like “Someone Else” open with this sort of curtain-up instrumental level-set, while others like “Natural Chorus” sputter out into these listless musical ruminations. It makes Green’s presence on vocals even more impactful and makes each word land harder due simply to the contrast with their surrounding environment. The tracks essentially strike a perfect balance between poetic observations, memorable choruses, and awe-inspiring compositions. Cool is a fantastic example of letting the instrumental tell the story, and that’s an art form that often feels lost within the indie rock sphere where some bands are eager to paint over any white space in an arms race toward the next area-ready chorus. Green’s approach to music leads to this economy of words where the listener pays even closer attention to each verse just for a brief glimpse at what’s going on behind those iconic sunglasses.

Overall, Cool is a stunning release that effortlessly shakes off the slump of a six-year album gap in favor of something inventive, new, and authentic to Green as an artistic entity. It may have taken a while to get here, but much like the songs themselves, Cool is proof that sometimes you just need to move at your own pace. 

Jail Socks – Coming Down | Album Review

It’s Not Forever, the debut EP by Jail Socks, was always meant to be a document of a past life. It’s 21 minutes of high school memories, smoke sessions, and drunken phone calls. This release saw a group of 18-year-olds looking back wistfully on both the low and high points of their teenage years just as they were at the onset of something new. The instrumentals were as jittery, fast-paced, and anxious as you would expect from someone entering this scary phase of life that we call adulthood. The experiences captured on this EP all lead to a bottoming-out in the epic six-minute closing track “Steering Wheel.” 

Peep yours truly in the turquoise flannel going buck-wild up front.

That song sets the scene with an angelic starry night guitar intro but soon pans down to Earth as we join lead singer Aidan Yoh who has just collapsed in their car. As the world falls apart around them, we hear our narrator at their lowest reflecting on all the events that have led to this point and all the irreversible hurt that has been caused along the way. The lies have caved in, and somehow Yoh is still self-aware enough to realize they don’t have the coping mechanisms to deal with the emotions that lay before them. Despite all this, they decide to face reality, clinging to the hope that “it’s not forever” before a violent instrumental erupts beneath them. From here, the lyrics sound as if we’re listening in on one half of a fight over the phone. Half phrases are shouted across a sparse instrumental. “You lied to me / I lied to you / So I don’t get your bullshit claims / What makes you so special / That makes me the only one to blame?” Now at a loss, the narrator circles back to one phrase; “What makes you so special?” Yoh belts the question repeatedly as the instrumental rises in intensity until the entire thing simmers over. Then it all fades out. 

And now Jail Socks pick up where they left off with Coming Down. Taking a decidedly less-tappy approach to their music, the group’s debut LP swaps the overtly emo sounds of their early work for a genre they’re simply calling “rock and roll.” 

The contrast between the song that opens the first Jail Socks EP and the song that opens the first Jail Socks album is stark. While “Jake Halpin” begins with an electrifying jolt of midwest guitar tapping, “Caving In” kicks off with a series of swaying guitar chords followed by a propulsive drum fill. It immediately sounds different than anything else the band has ever recorded, and that’s either good or bad, depending on who you ask.

Previously, my love for Jail Socks was rooted in how over-the-top emo the songs were. I got into the band from this clip, which sounds sloppy as fuck now, but captured a sort of sweaty DIY basement je ne sais quoi that the group absolutely nailed. I saw that clip, and I wanted to be there. I wanted to be shouting and screaming along. I wanted to be in it. Three years down the line, it shouldn’t surprise anyone that Jail Socks sound tighter than that clip, but what is surprising is how far their tastes have developed past midwest emo emulation. 

In fact, over the last few years, watching the band members individually explore (and fall in love) with acts like Metallica, Third Eye Blind, and Jimmy Eat World has been an amazing thing to watch unfold. It’s like the heavy music to shoegaze pipeline for emo bands. You can’t stay stuck on Mike Kinsella forever, and Jail Socks is proof there can be something honest, unique, and just as artistic on the other side. Watching the band members get into music outside of the emo sphere has been a pivot, but it’s also an immensely relatable horizon-broadening phase that every music fan goes through at least a few times throughout their life. It’s no surprise then that this brand of hook-heavy alt-rock bleeds through on nearly every song found on Coming Down, but we’ll get to that in a little. 

Part of this sonic change is due to the maturation that comes naturally with time, but is also thanks to a more democratic songwriting process. While all previous Jail Socks material was penned by guitarist and singer Aidan Yoh, Coming Down saw bassist Jake Thomas and drummer Colman O’Brien joining in on the creative process from the inception of these songs. What’s more, the band’s LP also sees Thomas tagging in for vocals on quite a few tracks, effectively making Jail Socks a “dual lead vocalist” band. The group detailed these changes in a loving multi-thousand-word profile over at Queen City Nerve, which is, as far as I’m concerned, the new Jail Socks Bible.

Photo by Nick Lewis

These creative and lineup changes aside, it’s still the same old Jail Socks I fell in love with back in 2018, just with a coat of fresh paint… but it took me a few listens to realize that. Lead single “Peace of Mind” is a standout track that did a lot to assuage my fears of the changing sounds. Releasing this as the first song off the album was not just a smart move, but the only move, in my opinion. The band deploys just enough emo riffage that the song expertly segues fans from the old style to the new. Lyrically, “Peace of Mind” is a hard-charging ripper that takes aim at toxic, manipulative people. It’s written in a faceless way that anyone can project their imagined foe onto the track with minimal effort and that interactivity is a powerful appeal. Add onto it some spitfire verses, a catchy singalong chorus, and just a touch of emo noodling, and you have an absolutely flawless lead single. 

The second single, “Sick Weather,” sees Yoh formally handing vocal duties over to Thomas for their mainstage debut. Yet another well-chosen single, “Sick Weather” has it all; handclaps, a socks-and-sandal-clad guitar solo, a series of multi-tracked “ooooh’s” in the chorus, and even a hard-hitting scream that comes right at the betrayed emotional climax. This track also dials up the “rock” sound while subtly turning down the “emo” slider at the same time. “Sick Weather” serves to further immerse the listener in the world of “New Jail Socks,” introducing the toolbox of sounds that the band will be playing with throughout the album.

Given Coming Down’s minimalistic one-month rollout, I supposed any extra singles would have been overkill, but at times it genuinely feels like any song off this record could have served as a single. “Spinning” feels like a snappy gen-z take on “Semi-Charmed Life,” “Point Pleasant” is an aching love song with a killer chorus, and “Losing Everything” retains the melancholic ‘in my feels’ sentiment of the emo genre while playing with a fun loud-quiet dynamic. In another bit of excellent sequencing, “No Ground” kicks Side B off with a fast-paced rager where cool phrases like “Leave me here / endlessly alone” throw directly to some old-school Jail Socks prickly guitar tapping. Simply put, there were no bad options here.

And with the length of a full LP at their disposal, the band finally has enough time to explore the lighter side of their sound. “Pale Blue Light” channels a version of lush, early-career Owen before vaulting up to a cathartic Goo Goo Dolls refrain in what is easily the band’s most heartfelt song. And while “Pale Blue Light” may be the band’s softest song, “More Than This” might be their quietest. Featuring just Yoh and an acoustic guitar, the song has a late-night pop-punk porch show vibe where emotions are laid bare for all to glom onto. The rug pull of a transition from this song into “Peace of Mind” is a masterful bit of sequencing on the band’s part. 

Photo by Nick Lewis

Individual songs aside, the bridge between the opening track “Caving In” and the closing track “Coming Down” is easy to connect. “Caving In” captures substance abuse and passivity as coping mechanisms. Midway through the song, as numbness becomes Yoh’s only escape, they admit over an instrumental break, “I think I’m finally caving in / Now I don’t even know who I am.” 

This disassociative sentiment rears its head once more on “Coming Down,” where Yoh sings, “Every time I see you around / It takes me back to a place / Where I didn’t know myself.” They forge ahead, touching on other subjects like uncertainty, old news, and the desire to go back in time. In one of the album’s most compelling sections, the instrumental builds as Yoh croons the album’s namesake, eventually pairing it down to almost nothing.

Can you feel it coming down?
Can you feel it?
Can you?

As the guitar, bass, and drums all rise, the band suddenly breaks into a soaring redemptive instrumental, setting the scene for Yoh to deliver the album’s final lines. 

​​And you cannot save what doesn’t exist
So you can’t move on with confidence

There it is. That’s what this record is all about, tied up in a nice little bow within the album’s final two minutes. In my estimation, these last two lines are endlessly interpretable; you can take them in within the context of this one song, the album-length journey that preceded them, or simply use these lyrics as a canvas on which to project your own experiences. 

Given the band’s previous focus on nostalgia and aging, I read this as a send-off to youth, past relationships, and old selves. It’s also a recognition that those feelings, events, and people may never come back. You can fight kicking and screaming, but you’ll never be able to retain those memories forever. Not only that, they may have never even existed in the first place. 

With Coming Down, Jail Socks find themselves on the other side of youth, looking back with reverence but also realism. It’s the kind of thing that you can only accurately write about with enough distance and perspective. It’s hard to tell when you’re in it, but years removed from all those events, you can see that phase of your life for what it really was. Jail Socks have come down from their youth, and they’re finally ready to move on to something better… or at least something different. This growth is signaled not only by the band’s change in sound, but also by nearly every lyric sprinkled throughout the album. The concept of change is woven throughout Jail Socks’ entire discography; it’s just taking on a different tone here than previous work. Most importantly, it’s a shift in tone that reflects this band’s truth and accurately captures their development over the past three years. The late-night smokes and overwrought feelings of their previous work have all led to this moment, and by the sound of it, Jail Socks are ready to seize it.

Ranking Every Level in Guitar Hero II Based on How Clean I Think Their Bathrooms Would Be

It’s been a while since I’ve published a long-form shitpost listicle, so here ya go. This one is exactly what it sounds like; every venue from the 2006 video game Guitar Hero II rated by how clean I think their bathrooms would be. For the full effect, listen along to the soundtrack while reading to envision it all properly.

Nilbog High School - Midwest, USA

Allegedly based on the Hartland Performing Arts Center in Howell, MI, if Nilbog is anything like Bled Fest, then the bathrooms are plentiful and relatively well-kept. Possibly one or two clogs throughout the grounds and most likely a handful that have run out of paper towels, but the sheer number of bathrooms make up for the few that have fallen into disrepair. 7/10.

The Rat Cellar Pub - Boston, MA

Absolute shithole. You know the beers cost like $2 here, and the bathroom reeks of PBR and piss on a good day. I’d bet $100 that the stalls here don’t have doors, so I hope you’re not shit shy. They probably have more stickers on the bathroom walls than passing health inspector grades. 2/10.

The Blackout Bar - Providence, RI

The Blackout Bar feels like a pretty standard midsized bar venue. They’re committed to a color scheme, which I always appreciate. The bathrooms are probably serviceable, if not a little coke-dusted.  The ground is slightly damp, but if you don’t think too hard about it, you can almost convince yourself it’s because they just mopped in there. You can still hear the band pretty well while doing your business, so that’s always a bonus. 6/10.

The RedOctane Club - Brooklyn, NY

An imagined theater named after a video game developer? You just know they have Doritos available as concessions. Name aside, I can almost guarantee an excellent bathroom experience. They definitely have nice, wide stalls, fresh urinal cakes, and hand-sensors on the sinks. The only downside is that it’s probably a bit of a hike from the stage to get to the restrooms at the back of the venue. 8/10.

The Rock City Theater -  Detroit, MI

Seemingly modeled after the Fox Theatre in downtown Detroit, I know exactly what the bathrooms in The Rock City Theater look like. There’s a checker tile pattern on the floor, a bathroom attendant hocking mints, and plumbing that’s older than most of the acts that play there. Outside of the spacious bathroom design, the number of stalls means that there is almost always a line snaking out the arched doorway, and for that, I must deduct several points. 5/10.

The Vans Warped Tour - Austin, TX

Even if you’ve never been to Warped Tour, you’ve probably attended an outdoor festival, so you know what to expect. The bathrooms are just a series of four dozen portapotties tucked away somewhere on the festival grounds. The only way to clean yourself is either with a squirt of hand sanitizer or one of those weird outdoor pump-style sinks. This setup is fine as long as you use the bathroom within the first few hours of doors, but they fill up with human waste so fast that you must prepare for the worst and use them only out of desperation at a certain point. Plus, this is in Texas? Hot southern weather and festival portapotties are a combination straight out of hell. 1/10.

Harmonix Arena - Oakland, CA

Based on its location in Oakland, it’s safe to assume that the Harmonix Area was crafted in the image of the Oracle Arena. These places are quite literally designed for hordes of people swilling $13 beers and pissing en-masse. They have enough urinals for an army, and I respect that. The restrooms often have basic designs and are dotted throughout the area, so you’re never too far from relief if needed. Plus, most of the bathrooms deposit you straight back to the vendor areas, so you can empty your bladder and refill your beer in one hyper-efficient trip. Definitely a solid setup. 9/10.

Stonehenge - England

Following the grand tradition of ornate and increasingly mystical final levels, Guitar Hero II ends in Stonehenge. While I’d like to assume this would be a standard outdoor show portapotty setup, Stonehenge is technically a prehistoric monument. I could see them now allowing the go-to festival setup in order to preserve the sanctity of the grounds. So, worst case, this is kind of like a hiking trail “just hold it” situation, or people are just goin’ for it in nature. Freeing as this can be, in almost any case, it means that the bathroom setup is lacking. I guess it would kinda be worth it to see a UFO synch its lights up to a performance of “Free Bird,” but that’s a long way to go for all the holding in you’d have to do. 4/10.

The Best of August 2021

Groovy licks, spacious shoegaze, and vivacious bars make up the best releases of August.

Mud Whale - Everything In Moderation

Self-released

One indicator of a great band is how fast they can turn you into a fan, especially if you go into their record blind. I queued up Everything In Moderation on release day, not knowing what to expect. Once the opening track “Karmageddon” kicked in, I was sold within seconds. As the song’s tappy emo intro led to a Touché Amore-caliber scream, I knew I was in for a wild ride. The record has flavors of post-hardcore on “Haze Jude,” a Title Fight bent on “Scapegoat,” and even a jazzy little love song in “French Roast.” Whether through nifty emo noodling or barrel-chested bellows, Mud Whale’s debut is a beautifully polished and inventive record that’s packed with an impressive variety of sounds. 

Kississippi - Mood Ring

Triple Crown Records

Heartbreak is hard. That observation on its own isn’t compelling, but on Mood Ring, Zoe Reynolds manages to make it feel one-of-a-kind. Over the course of ten shimmering synthpop tracks, the record captures the life of a relationship from initial spark to inevitable heartbreak. There’s soaring jubilation and excitement on songs like “Around Your Room” and “We’re So In Tune,” but things begin to decay in real-time as you listen. By the time the closing one-two punch of “Big Dipper” and “Hellbeing” rolls around, the feeling of loss hangs heavy in the air. There’s catharsis to be had here in the form of big, singalong choruses that stick to your brain, much like the bubblegum depicted on the album’s cover. Whether filtered through a 1989-style pop music filter or celestial metaphors, Kissy’s emotions remain a powerful driving force throughout Mood Ring. Through this relatability, Reynolds provides the listener with a strong figure to aspire to, all but saying, “if I made it through this, then you can too.”

Ty Segall - Harmonizer

Drag City, Inc.

Being a prolific artist, while admirable, is not always enough on its own. Much like fellow psych-rockers King Gizz, Ty Segall is a textbook prolific artist; he releases solo albums, collaborations, and demos at a consistent clip that can sometimes feel more like an avalanche. I like Segall quite a bit, but I’ll admit I am not die-hard enough to sit with each of these releases long enough to do them justice. And they’re not all for me. Segall’s newest LP, Harmonizer, is definitively made for me. This record takes the chunky, funky, fuzzed-out riffs of Melted and lays Segall’s signature cocky, strut-worthy T. Rex-indebted vocals over-top for a groovy (and punctual) collection of tracks that will make you feel like a Robert Crumb cartoon. 

Snow Ellet - suburban indie rock star: re-release

Wax Bodega

When Snow Ellet dropped suburban indie rock star back in March, I never got a chance to write about it in a monthly roundup because, well, I slept on it until April. But now, with its re-release on Wax Bodega, I finally get an excuse to write about one of my favorite EPs of the year. In the time since suburban indie rock star’s initial release, the project has received Pitchfork reviews, Stereogum coverage, and even lined up a tour with pop-punk stalwarts Knuckle Puck, and it only takes one song to see why. Under the moniker Snow Ellet, Eric Reyes effortlessly delivers sunny Oso Oso vocals over slick riffs, all with the 90s alt-rock worship of Equipment’s All You Admire. This results in a distinct confluence of styles that Reyes self-describes as “pop-punk for the indie kids, indie rock for the pop-punk kids.” With a cover that screams ‘cassette by a turn-of-the-millennium indie band from the Pacific Northwest,’ it’s no wonder why this unique combination of sounds feels so tailor-made for me. Plus, now with two new tracks added onto the original EP, there’s never been a better time to jump on the Snow Ellet train. 

Indigo De Souza - Any Shape You Take

Saddle Creek Records

How are you doing? Like, how are you really doing? That’s the subtext that I read when listening to Indigo De Souza’s stunning sophomore album. At a certain point, Any Shape You Take feels less like a collection of songs and more like checking in on an old friend. The sentiments are honest, the topics are morbid, and the delivery is modest as if honed from years of familiarity. These lyrics are often placed over a controlled indie rock jangle but occasionally stretch to the outer reaches of the universe. For example, “Real Pain” begins at a subdued even keel but gradually erupts into a chaotic burst of noise and screams that track perfectly with the emotion of the song. Songs address complex and hard-to-pin-down subjects like breakups, aging, and finding comfort in closeness. All of this is tied up with a neat little bow on “Kill Me,” which is easily one of the best songs of the year. Any Shape You Take is a stunner of an album that helps me better understand the world. 

Farseek - Standstill

Self-released

Much like Oso Oso, Farseek feels like a project with a singular focus that can only be the product of an individual mind. Performed, written, and engineered by Cameron Harrison with friend Corey Jacobsen filling in on drums, the lineup and arrangement are almost identical to Jade Lilitri. Not only is that impressive, but it also takes a level of skill and vision that not many musicians have. It feels like every aspect of each song has been carefully considered. Every lyric, guitar lick, and drumbeat has been intentionally placed, resulting in five emo tracks that beautifully hang together and feel like a holistic experience. Standstill is tentpoled by “Crying” and “New Short Haircut,” both of which are energetic, dynamic emo songs that hang on beautiful details of fleeting moments. Clocking in at a lightweight 16 minutes, this is an unassuming emo release that will sink its hooks in and beguile you over time.

Wednesday - Twin Plagues

Ordinal Records

Wanna know how to suck me into an album instantly? Start with a lumbering, fuzzed-out riff. This approach is precisely what Wednesday deploy on Twin Plagues. After roughly a minute of swaying shoegaze, the opening title track bottoms out into an all-too-relatable bedroom indie rock verse. Soon enough, momentum takes hold once again, and the group swings back into the borderline-stoner rock riffage, combining these two elements in a whirlwind of raw feelings. This is the dynamic that’s constantly at play throughout Wednesday’s sophomore album, and it is nothing short of entrancing. The marriage of moody instrumental tone with the occasional country-flavored jangle and hyper-personal lyrics delivered in a disaffected style is an absolute revelation. 

A Great Big Pile of Leaves - Pono

Topshelf Records

Confession time: I’ve never listened to A Great Big Pile of Leaves before this year. They were one of those emo revival acts that just managed to pass me by, so I sadly couldn’t join in on the hype for Pono when it was announced but two short months ago. Now that it’s here, I’m simultaneously overjoyed and kicking myself for sleeping on this band for so long. I also felt the need to preface this write-up with my lack of AGBPOL history because everything I wanted to compare this album to came in their wake. It’s one of those instances where you don’t realize the breadth of a band’s influence until you discover them. Pono is a beautifully sunny emo-light record where groovy Turnover instrumentals merge with lackadaisical Seahaven singing and the occasional arid Balance and Composure guitar tone for a cosmic gumbo of dancy emo tunage. Much like Frank Ocean’s Blonde, Pono feels like it was released at the perfect time, effortlessly catching the post-summer glow of late August.

Big Red Machine - How Long Do You Think It's Gonna Last?

Jagjaguwar / 37D03D

I’m a Bon Iver guy from way back. I stumbled across For Emma, Forever Ago as it came out, and for a 15-year-old whose default mode was “pining,” that record spoke to me unlike anything I’d ever heard. Over time, I grew with Bon Iver, and I’d like to think that the project grew with me in turn. While nothing overtly revelatory, the first Big Red Machine album felt like a one-of-a-kind project when it dropped. That release saw Justin Vernon (of Bon Iver) and Aaron Dessner (of The National) meeting at an intersection of their respective careers and feeding off each other creatively. The “concept” of the album is explained pretty succinctly in the opening paragraph of the Pitchfork review, but musically, the result was an experimental, hypnotic, bleary edible trip of an album that allowed both artists to indulge in some of their less overt tendencies. 

It was clear from the first single (and became more evident each of the four subsequent singles) the second album from Big Red Machine was not going to be that inward. Instead, the sophomore effort from this indie-folk brain trust involved turning the project into a sort of Avengers of the music industry. While a far cry from the isolated-but-collaborative nature of their first release, How Long Do You Think It's Gonna Last? is a little muddled but still fun in a different way. It feels less like ‘two dudes hanging out making loopy shit in the woods’ and more like “Vernon, Dessner, and Friends,” which is still viable. Does it reach the artistic highs of Bon Iver or Sleep Well Beast? Nope. Will that stop me from keeping it on repeat all season? Not a chance. 

see through person - sun

Acrobat Unstable Records

Let me spit some phrases at you. Jail Socks. Dance Gavin Dance. Dogleg. Fatty basslines. Extra-chunky riffs. Thrashy drums. Killer screams. If this combination of sounds seems too good to be true, all you need to do is click play on sun to see the light. The three-track EP from the Florida emo act is an exercise in explosive instrumentation, soaring vocal melodies, and bombastic emotions. It may only be 7 minutes long, but when taken in alongside last year’s chariot, it’s easy to see the bigger picture. If I were a betting man, I’d wager that the vinyl collection of these EPs will achieve legendary status in a matter of years, if not months. 

Telethon - Swim Out Past The Breakers

Take This To Heart Records

Come for the features, stay for the rippers. That’s the motto on Swim Out Past The Breakers, the excellent sixth LP from Milwaukee-based indie rockers Telethon. Even a cursory glance at the album’s Spotify page reveals features from labelmates Future Teens, upcoming popstar Jhariah, and even handsomeman Chris Farren. This leads to a stacked DJ Khaled-esque lineup, the difference here being that Telethon are genuinely talented artists in their own right who are also pursuing a larger vision. On the opening track, “Shit (Jansport),” the band offers a crash course introduction to their Hard Pop style as they vault from over-the-top Glass Beach zaniness to a big top circus riff before launching into a crowd-churning breakdown. On paper, that’s a chaotic mishmash of incongruent sounds, but somehow the band manages to make it all click. Just to give a quick machinegun blast of the sounds and topics contained within this album, there’s jangly alt-country, AC/DC guitar licks, email-inflicted strife, Xenomorph encounters, Blink-182 interpolations, and an ‘80s-style TV interstitial. 

In one seventy-second stretch within my favorite song on the record, the band name-drops Meatloaf’s Bat Out of Hell, chiptunes act (T-T)b, My Morning Jacket’s hoedowns, and skatepunk icons PEARS as influences. And that’s just the instrumental which sits underneath a blistering punk verse courtesy of Intolerable Swill. In true emo fashion, about half of the songs on the album are punctuated by pop-culture samples that range from Tracey Ullman-era Simpsons to the Robin Williams classic Parenthood. Put simply, Breakers feels like a bunch of music nerds making songs for other music nerds, and I mean that in the best way possible. The album is a kaleidoscopic transfusion of pop culture references, out-of-this-world instrumentation, and impressive vocal performances. Honestly, what are you doing still reading this? Go listen right now.

Pink Navel - EPIC

Ruby Yacht

One of my favorite songs on EPIC opens with a Boxxy sample, then goes on to name-drop Dunkey and Scott the Woz before turning the titular “Ze Frank” into a tweet-worthy boast. If you understood any portion of that sentence, then it’s likely that this mixtape is made for you. On Pink Navel’s eighth album, rapper Devin Bailey infuses hard-hitting beats with obscure pop culture samples and hyper online lyrics, resulting in a project that feels wholly unique and extraordinarily personal. 

The opening to “GRATEFUL BARD” comes across as a sort of manifesto for the project as Bailey raps, “I don’t like that quiet serious musician attitude / If you are a grateful bard then you should change the magnitude / Of how you magnify or flatterize all your disaster tunes / To get a group of kids to feel the same brand of the sad as you / What, uh, is that too much for an opening bar?” Not only do these lines deliver a clear modus operandi, but they’re also punctuated by a wink that hits you on multiple levels at once. 

The penultimate track, “AN INVOCATION FOR BEGINNINGS,” turns the record into an inspirational affirmation both for the listener and Bailey as they shift into a preacher’s cadence while reciting Ze Frank’s piece of the same name. This leads closing track “R U BASHFUL?” to feel more like a victory lap, a self-exultation that closes out 30 minutes of explosive creativity. Bailey says EPIC “encapsulates a release of frustrated energy at the world and at the web, in response is unfiltered positivity and joy, with a light shining so bright, the smug can only look away, or embrace it's wide, warm arms” and embrace the light we shall. Quick Hits

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I am officially abandoning this section of one-sentence reviews because they’re just too much work to keep interesting. However, if you’d like to see my favorite song off every release I listened to this month, here’s a Spotify playlist. 

If you’re looking for even more tunes from August aside from the albums listed above, we also published standalone reviews for the new Catbite, Pet Symmetry, and Killers albums.