After a few listens, I got a bit of Biffy Clyro here too, which was a band I knew nothing about but enjoyed some songs of when I first encountered them here. Similarly, I hear enough hooks and clean production but kind of wonder what the point is as the vocalist emotes but doesn’t really say much whereas I found the best BC stuff moved me to think a little.
The opener is pleasant enough if a trifle dull, but Lucky Denver Mint, whatever this means, has a kick in the ass (arse) backbeat that I enjoyed (splashy high hats and snappy snare fills are my thing). Reading about the cryptic title I found out it’s about a coin (uh, okay) but also KROQ in LA broke it big. A quick diversion to my time in LA in the early 90s where radio was still a thing and KROQ was pretty much where I heard just about everything I liked.
The next two are solid enough power pop filler but I am starting to notice a pattern of kind of banal lyrics and guitar that’s holding things together. Then comes A Sunday — hmmm, well God rested on Sunday and maybe Jimmy Eat World should have too. Not my favo(u)rite. Crush steals Sum 41’s guitar but isn’t as funny lyrically (what does “Simple discourse keeps you clean” mean? Cuz the singer seems to think this important).
But then comes 12.23.95 (you Brits must be irritated by this very American title), which is a change of pace that I actually found really interesting. Odd guitar effects, a Xmas song, heartfelt feelings expressed simply — cool. Ten I found similarly off-kilter, but not as interesting. I hear the guitar crunch disappearing for a bit but it comes back on Blister (“the West Coast has been traumatized” — I’m not sure by what, but he’s probably right — perhaps he was anticipating the rise of Donald Trump) — more my speed, this one. As is Clarity, which brings back the hooky, crunchy wall of noise (despite a lame and unnecessary guitar solo). The closer sounds like Yes — I CANNOT be the only one who hears this — and is therefore a bit of all right to finish.
All this seems a bit of a music class exercise and I wish the lyricist thought a little more before committing words to paper. But there’s enough here that I’d pick 3-4 to listen to again, despite the nagging flaws, so I’ll go 6/10. Not bad at all.