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jejciu · 3 years ago

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I've been listening to them ever since late 2017 so these are combined both first impressions and the retrospective... Not including their very first album "bad latitudes" from 2014 bc it's not on spotify or youtube and not even their bandcamp 😭 they deleted it from all platforms (except their website which u can - and should - check out here) after signing their first label bc they wanted to focus on pushing new music BUT IT'S SUCH A SHAME BC IT'S SO AMAZING....... anyway

Floral canyon from 2017

GOOD! Great even, I think. I have a weakness for like this garage indie rock (? Lacking a better term for this but it feels fitting) and this hit that spot so perfectly. The album has such great vibes of like "this band you've NEVER heard before but they come from your hometown and they happen to be playing at this bar you're at rn with friends" and I really love that. All the fucking reverb in this too, I just can't help but adore that. Raw (in terms of the sound, not the lyrics or whatever) and familiar-sounding in the best possible way!!!

Best song: plugged in. Feels like Edgar Wright's Scott pilgrim song if sex bob-omb was just slightly more acoustic

Weakest song: girlfriend..... its their most popular song ever on spotify with like a 3 million listens and I CANNOT understand that. Every time I come back to the album I try to give it another chance but its just so..... meh. They have so many more MUCH BETTER songs!!! Even the very first track on the album is a million times more fun.

Glazed from 2019

Well........ Its not very good. I mean like this is obviously very subjective but..... There's none of that garagey vibe from floral canyon. NO reverb!!! :-( now it's just, you know, indie rock. It's not BAD bad, I'd enjoy it as a soundtrack to a fun movie, or if I went to their concert, I feel like then I'd be like yeah that's good! But unfortunately it was suchhhhhh a disappointment for me back when it got released. At that point I've spent the entirety of 2018 listening to FC and then the first single got released in early 2019 and I was like..... Oh. Oh, no. Oh, nooo..... FC raised the bar too high, I'm afraid!!!!!

The thing that bothers me the most about this one was that it just feels like some after-breakup music... Not exactly sad mind you, but it feels like someone still really salty and frustrated tried to express their feelings. It's not really liberating in any way, you're just listening to it like... Hm. Everything else is there, so what's up with the outcome? Did a white instagram witch curse this album?

Best song: apocalyptic/pressure (both are fine, not a huge fan of either but they're more than alright for casual listening)

Weakest song: city of stars. I'm sorry but it legit sounds like a song Hillary Duff would be singing in a sad moment of her 2003 movie while sitting on the windowsill watching the rain!!

Live from home from 2021

When this was recorded, few of their new singles from the upcoming album was released (I'll talk about that in a second), so this one is a mix of different releases. Theres not much to say about it, I like it but don't prefer it over the original versions. The fact that Allie X also released a live recording album about a month earlier didn't help, I think. Hers was truly breathtaking ("love me wrong" was just.... Holy shit!!!!! The superior version), so my expectations for "live from home" might have been a bit too high, sadly.

Best song: not the one (live).. It's just great honestly!!!!!

Weakest song: girlfriend (live).... Well!

Song(s) for a nice drive from 2021 (EP)

Very different from their other releases. Came out last November and although its not my favorite, it is good. Better than previous two releases for sure! Reminds me of Aly & AJ newer songs and I do like those a lot. A very sweater weather EP!!! Good for long drives indeed.

Best song: your after

Weakest song: NONE!!! like not that I think this is the best album of all time or something but all songs are very pleasant and there's no skipping around bc when I'm listening to it im already in like this calm, soft mood so everything is great.

NEW RELEASES (2020-2022)

For an upcoming album that I don't know a single thing about (what's the title? When's it coming out? The singles are pretty spread out in time so are they all gonna be in the album?)...... Its all SO GOOD. STUPID GOOD ALMOST!!! The very first two singles that got released summer 2020 - wind in my sail/hold tight - I was kind of like yeah that's fine. I'm not super hype yet but it sounds good! And THEN they released "for leaving you" and I KNEWWWWWW I was already in love. And then I also discovered they released two track single for Halloween 2020 and it was even better than I hoped for (why is it not on spotify? Hello?? It DESERVED to be on my 2021 wrapped).

The garagey feel of it is back and it's even better than in FC!!! The cover art of the singles is great as well, the retro vibe works soooo good with it. Almost all songs are upbeat and feel like summer. I love that.

Best song: paranoid or pulling the strings. Both are amazingggggggggg but unfortunately paranoid is only available on bandcamp! :( I really really hope it'll get released in the album as well bc otherwise I'm gonna die.

Weakest song: hold tight!, so far. It's kind of more mid but not bad either really?

To sum it all up, my ranking of above releases:

1. The new upcoming album singles

2. Floral canyon

3. Song(s) for a nice drive

4. Live from home

5. Glazed

Go listen to *repeat repeat!!!!!!!!!!!! Overall I really do love their sound, it's such a shame they're not more popular.

I'm gonna rank *repeat repeat albums because I can and want to

#I know no one cares!!!!!! But I do :-)

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forkanna · 7 years ago

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NOTE: Apologies for how caustic Kim is at the beginning of this bit haha. Also, rest in peace, Chester Bennington.

You'll probably think I'm being a super lazy storyteller when I start out with "And that's how it went for a week or so." Fuck you, I do what I want. Besides, I'm going to give you some summary stuff, so don't get too bent out of shape.

And that's how it went for a week or so. Knives would disappear for a couple days, then pop back into my life to just chat and hang out, come with me to the library or work, digging through albums at Sonic Boom. Literally a stray dog. None of my attempts to be acerbic and grumpy could drive her off. Sometimes she wanted to get food together, sometimes she wouldn't bring it up. Eventually, she stopped asking about the "challenges" though, which was fine since there weren't any. One thing I had to wonder about, though…

She never invited herself back to my apartment, or asked me to go to her place. Probably the second one is because she's living with her parents while on break from uni. But it was weird; she was spending all this extra time finding me and following me, wanting to have enforced bonding time, but never wanted to see where I lived or make the night longer. It's not so much that I was disappointed by that, of course. Just surprised. Like people who jumbo-size their fast food meal, then order a diet soda. Why go for broke with the eats but then stop short on the drink? Just not logic that I can follow.

Anyway, that was about it until the night Steph and I were going to play an actual show instead of being stuck in the corner of a café. I hadn't been thinking too much about it, because to be honest, the idea of playing this kind of music in front of an audience that actually came specifically to hear live music was terrifying. It took all night for me to psych myself up to not chicken out, since this wasn't exactly my comfort zone with live performance.

"We can do this," she was whispering backstage as we waited anxiously for the emcee to call for us. "We can. We totally can, and we totally will."

"You're going to talk both of us out of it at this rate."

"Shhh." Adjusting her ironic beret, she glanced over at me. "Almost showtime, that guy with the six harmonicas seems close to done."

Nodding, I pushed my coppery bangs out of my face. They were growing out, and finally just long enough that they were almost normal hair. I was just sick of bangs. "Yeah."

"You okay?"

My entire body bristled. "What? Fine. Shut up."

"You've been kind of weird since last week at the Other Cup. Like… we don't talk much outside of band prac-"

"I really don't want to, either," I lied. Sure, it'd be nice to have someone besides the hyper ninja chick to talk to, but Steph didn't have to offer friendship out of pity. We were both above that.

"Suit yourself. Oh, this is us."

Shaking off the vague feeling of nausea, I made myself follow her out onto the tiny stage. The announcer just said our names and encouraged the audience to "give it up", which they did, politely and quietly. We didn't have a band name yet since Steph said she was "over labels" and I didn't want to argue with her. Naming it would be accepting that this was actually the shitty excuse for a band that I was currently part of. The latest of many.

"This one's called 'Garland of Cornelia'," she said into the mic. "And it goes a little something like this."

What a cheeseball.

We played our set, and people actually didn't boo us off. We sounded as good as we possibly could given the kind of crap Steph writes, and dare I say it, we might have been ready for the big time if we could find a flautist. Or a thereminist; that seemed about right for this pretentious bullshit. It made my skin crawl and I really wanted someone else to be playing the bongos instead of me, since really she could play bongos as well as I can — just not at the same time as the zither. But I could fill in with her for now until she found someone who hated the music less than me. Or until I found another rock outfit that wouldn't implode like the others.

Part of the gig was that we got free drinks after our set, so after more polite applause I literally only took enough time to shove my bongos into the bag before heading straight for the bar. "Steam Whistle."

"Can I see some ID?"

"Cute." But the bartender just stared me straight in the face, and he didn't look like the type to mess around. Shrugging, I got it out and showed him, and he got me a beer.

I'd barely had enough time to get two sips in before I spotted Knives at the corner of the bar, far away and close to the door. She wasn't with anybody, and she wasn't looking at me either when I first spotted her. Maybe it was a wild coincidence.

Or maybe the way she did catch me looking at her, gulped, and sprinted for the door meant that it wasn't anything close to a coincidence.

Of course I ran after her. When somebody runs away, it's only natural to want to chase them down and figure out why, isn't it? But when I got outside, she was nowhere to be seen. I thought about trying to follow, asking if anyone saw a speeding Chinese puppy-girl and which way she went, but everybody on that street was either wasted or sleeping it off in doorways. No sense in wasting my time. Disgusted, I turned and went back inside.

What did she want from me? Why didn't she wait? The whole thing was so ridiculously confusing that I focused on downing as much beer as possible for a minute or two.

"What did I miss?" Steph asked when she caught up to me, picking up on my bad mood before she even sat down.

"Life is stupid."

"We weren't that bad. They actually clapped a little. Some of them, anyway."

"Not that. Just… nevermind, I should probably go home."

Her elbow bumped mine on the bar. "Don't be like that. I actually don't hate you, even if the feeling isn't mutual."

"Maybe it should be mutual. Hatred, I mean; just… whatever." My head slumped forward until it connected with the bar. "I'm trying not to care about something that doesn't deserve to be cared about in the first place."

"What's that?"

Another sigh. "The girl from Delicious Cup."

"Oh. You and her are a thing?"

"WHAT? No. Don't jump to conclusions." My hands gently spun the empty pint glass. "She made this proclamation that she's my 'bff' now, I guess. Even though I don't care. Anyway… she was here tonight."

"She came to hear us? That's pretty decent of her."

"No, it's weird. I never told her about this show. How did she know to come see us?"

When I peeked at Steph, I saw one of her eyebrows was raised as she ordered us two more beers. "Uhh, could be the marquee out front that said 'Steph Nordegraf and Kim Pine'? Just a tiny clue."

"Those letters are so tiny, though. Unless she's walking around with a microscope in her bag…"

"Look." The beers arrived, and we both paused to take a swig before she continued, "She clearly looks up to you. Younger girl, right? She needs a role model or something like that. Happens all the time, teenagers latch onto women who are still young enough to be 'friends' but not old enough to be a second mother, and kinda… you know, that word for imitation being the sincerest form of flattery, that thing?"

"Emulate," I guessed.

"Yeah, that's it. Probably all there is to it. Kind of a feather in your cap, if she wants to be like you even with you being the way you are. Don't worry about everything so much."

"And what way am I, exactly?" The point had been to put her on the defensive and shut her down, but of course, it didn't work because nobody takes me seriously anymore. She didn't even hesitate to answer before taking another drink.

"An asshole."

"Thanks."

~ o ~

"Hey!" Knives said cheerfully as she bounced into No-Account the next day.

"What were you doing at Cameron last night?"

She literally froze in mid-high five. Which I hadn't raised my hand to return, anyway; I wanted answers before we moved along to pleasantries. "Uh… what?"

"You were there. I saw you run out."

"Nahhhhh," she drawled out, very slowly thawing from her frozen pose and tucking her non-high-fived hand behind her back with its twin. "That was the other girl."

"What other girl?"

"I don't know? Not me, that's for sure. Why would I be at Cameron House?"

"Because you're stalking me. We kind of already established that part."

Wilting, she finally leaned against the counter and gave me the puppy-dog eyes. "Am not. Well… not that bad, I don't spy through your bedroom window or anything at night. Just wanna see what you do with your days."

"You could have asked to come along."

"How? You didn't tell me you were playing."

The slight pout won me over, and I sighed. "Fine. Just forget it."

"You guys were good, though! Weird, but good. What do you call that kind of music?"

"Trainwreck."

"Trainwreck, huh?" she asked, again missing that I was being facetious. "It's kinda like, soothing, except for Steph's lyrics are brutal in that Nineties lesbian way."

My eyebrows twitched upward a little. "What do you know about Nineties lesbians?"

"N-nothing, except for Ellen," she laughed nervously. "But the music, I mean… I've been trying to learn about music more. Started because of Sex Bob-omb, but then I kinda started branching out from there."

Rolling my eyes, I grunted, "Nobody should start learning anything because of Sex Bob-omb. Those two demos floating around online are going to forever haunt me."

"They were good! You guys rocked, you just… drifted apart."

Knives looked sad. Like, genuinely sad that everything changed, the way high schoolers usually do right after graduation, or — gee, look at that — after their first year of college. Pathetic and dejected, her sweet little face the picture of a child who had lost their favourite toy and finally figured out it wasn't coming back. Maybe that's why I reached up to lay a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey… we sucked. Not worth getting upset over."

"But you didn't suck. I liked it…"

"You just admitted you didn't know much about music before hearing us. Like… angsty young Kim was listening to Linkin Park constantly in junior high, and now I think they're shit. But that nostalgia factor makes me stop myself from completely hating them. You know?"

"Awww," Knives cooed, momentarily distracted. "Angsty young Kim…"

"Shut up. But you get what I'm saying?"

"Yeah." Her hand came up to wipe her eyes. Had she been crying?! I hadn't noticed because no actual tears fell, and she was looking down and pouting. But now when she looked upward with a slight smile, patting my hand, I could see how shiny her eyes were. "Thanks, I guess. Still liked you guys together, though, but… I guess…"

Swallowing hard, I jerked my hand away. The whole 'emoting' thing made me very uncomfortable. But then I winced when I saw her wince. We both ended up doing a lot of wincing lately. I had to smooth that over somehow.

"Um… you can pick the next movie. Got just enough time for it before my shift is up."

Clearing her throat, she grinned up at me, and the signs that she had been crying were way too clear to ignore. It hurt for some stupid reason. "Cool. But I know even less about movies than about music, so… I dunno. That zombie movie?"

"It's not even real," I sighed, looking over at the new releases. Which were still from forever ago.

"Oh? Well then… 'Action Doctor'?"

"Sounds lame. What about 'It Came From Subspace'?"

"That could be cool… what's it about?"

"Hell if I know. But it's a movie, and I haven't seen it yet, either."

That was what we watched. And the whole time, I found myself looking over at Knives and trying to figure out why she was there. Why she cared so much about whether or not I cared the same amount as her about the implosion of the Bob-omb. Why I cared whether or not she cared. Just this annoying circle of caring that made me want to pull my hair out.

About halfway through, she caught me staring. "What?"

"Just… wondered if you wanted a drink." It was the only excuse I could think of.

"Nah. I'm good. Do you?"

"Nah."

"Do you want something else?"

Even though I felt like I might, like to ask her again why she felt it was so important to watch me and Steph play, or any of those caring-related questions that had been spinning through my head, all I did was shrug. That was simpler. Safer. Less threatening to my grumpy way of life.

But definitely not 'better'. And it was getting harder and harder not to admit that.

To Be Continued…

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