Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Toys That Kill - Fambly 42

Todd Congelliere has been working this vein for a long goddamn time. Fractious pop-punk anthems, that never feel clean while never escaping their inherent irresistible catchiness, and while they may tilt at other genres, Abort Me Mother Earth getting some stop-start Devo feel into its apocalyptic nihilism, Stye opening with a nighttime country sway, they always pull it back to that Fuck Yeah Pop-punk, but behind the hooks, it's a pretty bummed out album, painting pictures of dysfunction on Fambly, stuck in the sulk on I Don't Wanna Be Around, attacking  the notion of positive thinking on I've Been Stabbed calling "Tried to laugh, tried to sing, tried to get along but I dunno this song, I don't know it", closing with the bluegrass-inflected Clap for Alaska that builds up with romantic ballad lines and then blows back into the TTK-sound for the escape and and its convincing repetition of "I know if I come back down they're gonna get me". That's the most that can be offered on this album, not redemption, just recognition of the places we can't go, the places we can't be, the times we're stuck in and hate, snatched out of the air and crammed into this particular Todd C style of punk rock which has been two decades in the making.

No comments:

Post a Comment