You Blew It! | Grow Up, Dude

Released on: 24 April 2012
They’re from: Boston, MA
Sounds like: what American Football would sound like if the band members were angsty instead of sad.
Hear it: Bandcamp

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I’ll admit, I only checked out You Blew It!’s new album Grow Up, Dude because the band/album names were so odd. I’m hoping that by writing some words about it that you will listen for entirely different reasons.

You Blew It! play a quintessentially-early 00s brand of emo. Think lightly mathy instrumentation, pedestrian vocals with an emotional rasp, lax but completely listenable production, and tons of heart. Basically, the definition of today’s “twinkly” genre. I use this description a lot, but these guys are a sonic time machine. I think early Saddle Creek acts when I listen, like Gabardine or Park Ave., I think the old roster of Deep Elm Records.

Is there merit beyond the nostalgia trip, though? That I don’t know. If you’re a fan of sleepy, lo-fi indie rock, You Blew It! definitely don’t blow it. But you also won’t be blown away? Okay, okay I’m making shitty puns time to wrap this up.

“Good for Bond, Bad for You” is a pretty choice cut. So is “I’m Bill Paxton.” If you’re on the fence, skip there and see how the music hits you.

Olde Pine - Reservoir

Olde Pine! Twinkly and mathy as shit! I don’t even care that they’re aping the old school so hard, because fuck, I miss the old school. Listen to this post-haste if you dig on American Football, Mineral, nostalgia, etc.

stupidsongsthatmakemefeel:

Artist: Olde Pine

Album: Reservoir

Year: 2011

Genre: Emo, Indie

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atomicwavewavewave:

nightbeard:

Where’s the energy Virginia? Where’s the fucking emotion? Sunday I was at a open mic night at a bar in Norfolk, and 4 middle aged men dressed entirely of early 2000’s Hot Topic gear got on stage and played some by-the-numbers blues. In between songs the guitarist told the crowd “Come on, we aren’t some faggy emo band, you can stand up, you can move.” Yeah, you’re not an emo band, your band has no emotion at all, that’s why no one is moving. The main purpose of the creation of your blues band is to make money off of bars. Just like all these Metalcore/popcore/what the fuck ever core bands all over the place nowadays. They arent making music to make art, or show emotion, or even technical skill, they’re making it just to get fame.

Well, here’s a salute to the local bands in Virginia who dont fucking do this. Here’s a salute to you Sinatra. Here’s a salute to Herostratus, to all the local bands out there actually putting their heart into what comes out of their amps, who put blood and tears into each and every song they write, you guys are the ones making the difference. You may not get the love you deserve, but the love you get is real and not just some trend.

-Galen. 

hey dude, you’re the fucking man

Sinatra, you guys are getting the love you deserve from me. <3

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These Hands Could Separate the Sky | Save Yourself

Genre: Post-rock / Emo
From: Melbourne, Australia
Dropped: May 2009

Regret-o-Meter: I have as many regrets as the Pokemon Trainers on Nugget Bridge in Pokemon Blue. …I regret that reference much more.

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I downloaded this album, no lie, because I loved that the track lengths increased on a steep curve: 1:45, 5:57, 8:46, and 15:29. You could classify this as an EP, but with a runtime of 31 minutes, it’s actually longer than Further Seems Forever’s Hide Nothing. Chew on that.

These Hands Could Separate the Sky is good shit, plain and simple. Think Explosions in the Sky meets Mineral. Think American Football meets This Will Destroy You. Or, if you’re too lazy to do musical mental math, just think Moving Mountains.

Save Yourself is brimming with quintessential post-rock ambience and quivering tremolo. Interspersed between the long sections of musical dreamscapes, however, are angular guitar work and desperate, unpolished vocals— the very same stuff that makes Pneuma such a classic album.

The opening track, “She Turned to the Wind, and Then Was Gone” paces methodically with a certain ominous weight, fading silently into the background as the first few seconds of “Break the Horizon” wildly spatter a colorful mess of angsty, old-school emo energy onto the canvas of your eardrums like a post-rocking Jackson Pollack. “Patient is the Sea,” however, takes cues from it’s name, and, while maintaining a steady pulse, remains patient and restrained.

Naturally, the highlight of Save Yourself is the sprawling title track that ends the album. The opening minutes billow placidly with tremolo like ripples on the surface of an undisturbed pond, melting effortlessly into a marching drumbeat that finally builds itself up to a previously unheard of level of heaviness. The track peaks with sludgey, sloppy tremolo and thick, crunchy bass before waning back into gentle ambience. But, a sudden resurgence of heavy bass with a chorus of chanted vocals marks the album’s final crescendo, powerful, throbbing and enveloping, burning out at its brightest.

Save Yourself is definitely a diverse and moody post-rock hors d’oeuvre, and These Hands Could Separate the Sky have a ton of potential. My only real complaint is that it’s too short. I’m looking forward to hearing more from these dudes in the near future.