Preoccupations ALBUM REVIEW

Preoccupations Final Score

When Viet Cong announced the retirement of their supposedly offensive title, there was an understanding of social pressure outweighing artistic vision. With the coinciding timing of Andrew Jackson Jihad revamping their image as the eye-rolling AJJ, music seemed to be taken into consideration second to appeasing the outspoken minority groups who took offense to anything that could be taken offense to, regardless of actual targeting and oppression. In either scenario, it was a very un-punk move, eschewing any sense of what punk once stood for. In this sense, the tag of post-punk feels especially resonant, offering a surrounding meaning of what the music has become and the creation behind it. Putting misguided social adjustments aside, in becoming “Preoccupations” and killing the relation to “Viet Cong”, the music needed to be different enough to warrant an image renovation. Ditching the past meant creating the future, offering something that couldn’t have been offered under the previous pseudonym. Most importantly, however, their sound needed to be betterContinue reading “Preoccupations ALBUM REVIEW”

Teens of Denial ALBUM REVIEW

Teens of Denial Score

As I sit here in the passenger seat of Tucker’s car while he drives us to Athens, shuffling between Ian William Craig’s Centres and Macabre’s treasure, Dahmer, I’m reminded of the looming review for Teens of Denial I needed to have done weeks ago. I let slip the chorus of “Drunk Drivers / Killer Whales” and we put it on. We don’t really take it seriously, lasting only about twenty-six seconds before putting on Clipse instead. This ADHD-driven playlist of randomly strewn together artists immediately reminds me of how little Car Seat Headrest has positively grown. Juxtaposed against artists whose intentions were to share their creativity with those willing to appreciate it, the once precious Car Seat Headrest now feels especially propped, hollowed by self-awareness and career aspirations. That smug assuredness is ultimately the most detrimental aspect of Teens of Denial. It feels entirely calculated, backed by executives and filtered through test groups to hit that perfect wave of classic rock nostalgia strung along by deeply brooding phrase-verses whose meaning is inconsequential. Given Will Toledo’s overnight portrait of being touted as the decade’s savior of rock, the meteoric rise of the band is a bit suspect.  Continue reading “Teens of Denial ALBUM REVIEW”