Speedy Ortiz (7.11.13 @ Magic Stick)
I thought indie-rock was dead.
Turns out, just the idea of it… as this thing from the late-ish 90′s, as something marketable to the college-aged nai-eve-emo kid with disposable income from mom & dad, trolling the townie’s old vinyl shop…was rightfully exterminated out of ubiquitous ennui, formulas were being re-shredded and we moved onto all that modern, confused, overly esoteric synth-stuff of the 2000′s…
What we had to get over was our nostalgia. What we had to come to terms with was we missed the arftul aggression, the literate lash-out of subdued vocalists mixing vitriol into the syrup of a pop-ish hook, the cruder roars of a guitar when it sounds like its being ground down to some dangerous, rusty blade, shuffling rhythms failing to control the espresso-into-coke-a-cola-surged sugar rush that sends it slamming into 4th gear… And tones, bend them to your will, noise-rockers! We’ll wobble along to our own grooves and if the words welcome a bit of darkness, than you should just listen closer, for these cathartic, buzzy ballads are beautified by a true poet, with a Masters degree to prove it. The stuff that’s not pretty, but yet, alluring… That was, wait, it is …indie-rock.
Sadie Dupuis started this New England-area outfit from her solo self-recorded lo-fi project -first out of Brooklyn, (named for the character from the Love and Rockets comic series). Darl Ferm(bass), Matt Robidoux (gutiar) and Mike Falcone (drums) fleshed it out into a full-on rock creature, proudly baring the signature spindly scars of …oh, let’s not drop names.
Let’s, instead, drop names like
Bars of Gold
Destroy This Place