A new Iron Chic record brings a fair amount of happiness to your life. That’s probably the bottom line from all the different thoughts that I had while trying to describe the band’s new album, The Constant One. And that the title is frigging accurate, as their sophomore album is on the same awesomeness level as their debut Not Like This, but more on that later. Anyway, The Constant One is something that just gives you this kind of feeling that you could conquer the world with ease, despite your small debt and big girlfriend problems. Just look forward and keep going, with the power of heart and a warm fuzzy beer-induced feeling in your stomach.
“Things get weird, you just have to deal with it,” is some of the advice singer Jason Lubrano gives you, next to a lot of “woah woah’s” and “ba dap dadadap’s” to emphasize it a little and maybe make it sound better, but the point is – Iron Chic won’t dictate your life lessons, and they won’t delight you with overly subtle orchestrations either. They just want to be your buddy.
You know this kind of friend who won’t give you shit for screwing up or is always there for you even if he can’t help you? Yeah, me neither, but The Constant One is exactly that. It shares stories unvarnished and without judgment, keeping a smooth attitude while pouring out enough cool one-liners to fill all the empty spaces of your college jotter. And the best thing is that you can sing them along to some super-catchy guitar melodies.
Because Iron Chic fucking know how to write some lasting punk tunes. There are so many hooks, group vocals and crescendos to be found on The Constant One that it’s impossible not to feel completely overwhelmed by so much energy. Playing mostly by the numbers in terms of standard power chords and snare drum skirmish, the band manages to build up their songs with exciting lead guitar work that ranges from extensive arpeggios to swirling lead riffs that find their way into your head without any great difficulty. Lubrano’s vocal lines especially shine when juxtaposed to the cumulative guitar power that’s backed by a nice and gripping bass tone. Furthermore, the pleasantly full and slightly grainy production lends the record a tangible and down-to-earth feel that’s more than welcome for the prevailing positivity and a good indicator of the amount of honesty and passion that evidently went into it.
Speaking of positivity, it is palpable that the spirit of Latterman, the disbanded ancestor of Iron Chic’s sonic sentiment, is still alive in this second output, and for good reason. Latterman was an iconic D.I.Y-punk band that valued friendship more than anything else, and The Constant One definitely feels like a good friend that makes you feel understood and not left alone in this cruel cruel world. Although it sounds like a carbon copy of the band’s debut, the record is again a nearly perfect exercise in feel-good punk with heart, soul and reason. And who does not need more of that in this life anyway?