It’s been about two months and we’re still shaking off the orange scars of 2016 and its campaign to ruin everything fun in the world, and even pop music has been affected.
Most of the stuff I’ve heard these last few months doesn’t strike me as fun; it’s more soul trap filled to the brim with this purple-soapy grime people refer to the as “soul pain.” I refer it as “letting a lack of interest constitute an excuse in order to be interesting.” (Looking at you Rae Sremmurd.)
Anyway, allow me to put more context to where I’m coming from before we start the full album review. These days I just want something that sounds fun.
Something of interest, and sadly that the most fun I’ve been having from American music, is the Smashing Pumpkins’s “Melon Collie and the Infinite Sadness” album.
It is an album about the very concept of human suffering. Outside of that, I’ve been entertaining two other bands of note that are coming up from the Indie scene - the female fronted rock group Bleached and the trio of rocking goofs Remo Drive.
One of the things I find especially refreshing with Remo Drive in particular are their comedic stylings, as I can’t remember the last time I found lyrics particularly funny.