Sometimes when I'm listening to this record, and I'm listening to it often, I get the queasy feeling that its target audience is 13-year old girls. Let's face it- generally, we could abolish rock lyrics and we'd be better off. Toe tap to the catchy riffs and avoid words like "popularity" and "summer girl," and you can escape the river of tasks curling into your inbox making pleasure a fantasy equivalent to Democratic efficiency. I don't know- the relentless grind can get you down, and sometimes only the Brainbombs or Pissed Jeans reflect the churning bitterness within. A steady diet of that shit, though, and you're on the 7:00 news, so lighter fare tempers the darkness and creates the illusion that convertible fun might be just around the corner. That's where White Wires come in. Their new record, White Wires II, is a collection of singalong summer anthems to pretend to. We need that escapism now and then. The top is still on the Mustang, but it's nice to know that soon it can come off and we'll be riding through the Oakland hills, gazing at majestic views of the East Bay and contemplating a trip to Haight St., to Amoeba and then several rounds at Hobson's Choice. White Wires are about possibility, and they make the medicine of winter go down just a little easier. Maybe Drunks with Guns is a better x-ray, but I'm hoping White Wires point to the future. Or at least Tuesday.
3 comments:
Let the hate mail begin. Guess I just felt it was time to see how else this blog might look like.
Do they sound anything like the Duke and The Duchess or whatever they are called? Pop music doesn't usually do it for me, but maybe White Wires are worth a try. Just as long as they don't mention Brian Wilson as an influence. Too many damn bands trying to ape that dude.
Winter is the shits. I prefer The blues and country for this depressing time of the year. They lend themselves to drinking, even if its only occurring at home with 8 month olds.
uh, could you kindly change the background back- thanks
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