We end our day with some crowdfunded indie-rock, suggested by Zya.
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Brad Shoup: Weiss has that Sainthood-era Tegan and Sara sound down — I’m thinking specifically of the power-pop-adjacent “The Ocean”. The rhythm’s fantastic: beefy and relentless, the ideal backdrop for the melody’s killer meter. By the end, the guitars are harps and her voice has nearly given out.
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Alfred Soto: She doesn’t say much that hasn’t been said by thousands: staring into the black night, waking up a thousand times, trying hard just to move on. It does boast a decent sense of movement. Must be the faint nod to “My Sharona.”
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David Moore: This would have slayed at The Bronze. (Get it?)
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Will Adams: Everything comes together at the end, when Allison Weiss is released from the double-tracked vocals to shout the title in all of its shouty, scratchy glory: “I’m! Giving! Up!” The angst becomes palpable, revealing the intense anger that giving up actually involves, rather than the defeated tone that conceals it.
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Ashley Ellerson: A breath of fresh, poppy air on a mostly hardcore label, Allison Weiss brings a tune that many twenty-somethings relate to because the world is bringing us down and no one will ever love us. At least the upbeat tempo semi-disguises its true emo nature!
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Anthony Easton: Mid-aughts brattiness, including being inside the text enough to know where to sing and where to speak, and outside the text enough to know who she is quoting but not processed or produced enough to be as interesting as Avril before Nickelback, Ashlee Simpson before SNL, the Veronicas before the failed comeback singles. Also, she seems to know her Olympia breeding, but that’s assuming YouTube is the new 4 track in the bedroom, and not a cynical marketing grasp. That it could be both — or that she knows it could be both and makes DIY sound processed — is something that the majors should be smart enough to grasp. But they don’t know how to work the collapsing middle, so I’m glad Weiss does.
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Patrick St. Michel: Perfectly serviceable chug rock that just zips by me, but I’m sure the listeners who will relate to this won’t mind that.
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