Belong
Hey your Smashing
Pumpkins is in my Cure. Hey
your Cure is in my Love and
Rockets. Hey your Love and Rockets is in my OMD. Okay, bad
Resse's Peanut Butter Cups references aside, you get the point.
Or maybe you don't. The band sounds like a big rock band performing
for swaying kids in long coats and died black hair somewhere
in the late 80s with anthemetic songs like "Belong." And then
they amp it up with some sweet keyboard and synth flourishes
that recalls some really cooler than it was 80s alt act somewhere
left of the Psychedelic Furs, fitting right in in the after
prom scene in a lost John Hughes film before he started making
family movies. The lyrics are simple, straightforward angst
ridden teen drama about girls and stuff. The Smashing Pumpkins
flourishes are also over the place, with crazy layering of sound,
big sonic rushes, some crunchy guitars under the gauze and a
kind of sentimentality that Billy Corgan and the band used to
bring to the table with songs like 1979. Apparently some of
that was coaxed out him by the producer Flood, who happens to
also be the knob twiddler on this album. The singer's voice
reminds me a bit of Belle
& Sebastian as well. Wow, all the references, but none
of them really relates to the sum of the parts, which ultimately
sounds pretty damn good. My first listen I was a little less
than enthused, but subsequent plays have really endeared me
to this thing. Kind of like Uncle
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