January 4th, 2010
Not Yet Rated
"Out to Sea"
Bastards were one of the “buzz” bands of 2009. I kept hearing about
them over and over and they played Madison quite a few times and
couldn’t make it out. I didn’t know if they were a street punk band or
what, but I heard over and over that they were good. When I finally
got a chance to listen, I realized...they are! Damn good.
As you’ll hear me rave about this multiple times in my “Best of”
selections, these songs are simple. So. Simple. But good. Four chords
and simple song structure, but it’s all put together perfectly led by
Erika Wennerstrom‘s trembly, soaring, convincingly convictive voice.
It’s nonchalant. It’s only four chords. But if you have a creative
vein, you can take your simple subtleties and four chords and make
something unique and something everyone can like.
Listening to the title track, “The Mountain”, I feel a dirty, exciting
wave of despair engulf me. It builds and grows. It repeats. As that
original feeling fails you the song does not as it reaches its climax.
It’s so simple and so good. After hearing that first song I had a
feeling I was going to be let down. But I wasn’t. This working formula
is repeated over and over again throughout the record. Not always
quite to the same level as the opening track, however. “Be So Happy”
brings it down to a slow, trotting tempo and then “Early In The
Morning” comes back and kicks you in the teeth with energy. This is
all a great thing. It’s not too repetitious, but it follows a familiar
formula throughout as to not lose the initial feeling.
This is an awesome drinking album. A revenge album. A despair album.
It can be all sorts of things. Maybe because of how good the songs
are, how simple they are, the fact that it’s something we all hide
under our skin and are just itching to let it out. I don’t know but
this album makes me want to never shower and stare at my ceiling and
enjoy all my shortcomings. The strongest song on the album aside from
the title track is “Out at Sea”. I envision it to be something like
going to a 50’s sock hop with the Suicide Girls as your date and
hearing those doo-wop songs get dirty, drunk, and covered in sex and
rock n’ roll.
In conclusion, maybe we should listen to the critics on this one!
Agree! Nah. Don’t blindly follow, but don’t blindly hate your leaders
and media analyzers! Listen, pay attention, form your own opinion!