The 1975 is the only weird, off sounding thing I’ll admit to frequently enjoying. They’re a strange bunch of guys, who make a strange bunch of music. They go from happy, go-lucky songs about hidden murderers to mellow, calming sounds about sex. Their self-titled album is a weird combination of confessions, altercations, and lust. They’ve put together something to shift through, but the work is worth the pleasured listening. They’re young and naïve, but clever and obnoxiously good with their instruments. I wouldn’t be wrong in saying we’ve got quite a legend in the making. Although they’ve got some time.
I’ve stated before that Relient K has a weird way with records, they change every time but I swear upon holy that they maintain the same messages. That way of communicating ideas is fine, and Relient K’s habits aren’t bad at all, in fact, they’re exceptional. The use of this album as a pop anthem, a declaration of the lighter side of Relient K is functional and interesting. They’ve created such a renewed sense of their abilities that it’s hard to overlook. They demand open minds as you weave through the tracks, and they should be taken seriously. Their content is relatable and honest, which is something they’ve also done, but still unique in the storytelling. They’ve really done something better.
The ultimate comeback story, this album is the holy grail of that poppy punk era we all want to re-embrace. Did Fall Out Boy complete the almighty circle and completely embrace our inner emo child? Yeah, they did, over and over as their ballads of miscommunication, melancholy atmospheres, and pity drowned us all in grief. But, the album’s musical abilities were on point, as we swayed and bounced along with the upbeat melodies and dance vibes. I also like that this album was a slight rejection of the past and bold move to the future. How else could they have welcomed the band back to the spotlight? By shoving their maturity in our faces.
This album had so much to live up, but was able to exceed any expectations I might have attached to it. This band has a tendency to astonish, and my god, did this album prove that over and over. Their singles were the tip of some phenomenal iceberg, and they spent the entire album showing off. It was brilliant. They band has transformed into some walking, singing cynical jubilee and it takes the listener to relatable heights. It carries with it some determination and despair, which also makes it extremely attractive. The Arctic Monkeys were already talented, but AM just reminds you.
The Front Bottoms didn’t experience the common slump with their sophomore debut, and surprised me with just how cynical they can be. This album enhances their already pathetic ambiance, but takes on a much more mature persona, and somewhat clever posture. It’s funnier and sadder. That combination sparks a new interest in this duo, and continues to please my earholes. Not to mention, their angst is still widely present and as undeniable as ever. They’re trying harder to express themselves in a less shallow manner, and taking advantage of their growing talent to harvest their pity. Really, this album is their declaration of independence, so to speak, and really embraces who they are.
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