I got mail from Adelphi today giving me a 500-1000 word essay on a book (The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot) due matriculation day. Cool beans: not even out of one school, and the next is assigning me work. Whatever. Tonight I’m gonna record a song and maybe read or write. Or more Scott Pilgrim…
These guys are a sweet new pop-punk band from Chicago. They’re just a good solid pop-punk band with nice melodies! I discovered this band when another pop-punk band called The Fastest Kid Alive was saying that their bassist also plays in another band and you should check them out. And you really should check them out!
I’ve had the most epic beard growing since last Thursday, and I’m mad that I have to shave it for prom tomorrow. If I was a real asshole, I’d keep it and make my date look as if she is with the missing link; luckily for her, I’m only a fake asshole.
“Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. It’s like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. Who lean backward trying– only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via libraryland)
Literally each of my closest friends has a significant other so I don’t go out anymore because I’d feel like the illest n-th wheel.
But in other news, last night’s show at Sullivan Hall was epic as hell. I loved playing every minute of it. And then Verbatim followed us with some awesome heavy/progressive shit that was so good that me and three other TCTC members just had to mosh to it…twice. :D
Hailing from Kingston, Pennsylvania, Title Fight is a quartet that identifies with the pop-punk, melodic hardcore, and 1990’s emo genres. An undoubtedly eclectic mix, the band that has been paying their dues since 2003 has released their first full length Shed, which leans much towards the latter two genres.
Frontman Jamie Rhoden has a distinct voice that, I, as a fan of the more polished end of the vocal spectrum, find hard to invest in. Personal tastes aside, however, his droning yells offer emotion and encapsulate the sentiment of Title Fight’s music. Shed offers twelve short but compelling tracks, each of which sounds a little like Foo Fighters’s “My Hero” with distorted fuzzy rhythm guitar composing the bedrock for a twangy lead. Album opener “Coxton Yard” is the most rapid found on the album, and the chorus lyrics “Feeling like a bag of bones/Shrivelled up and cold/Nineteen years old” characterize the angst-laced tones that typify the rest of Shed.
The title track “Shed” is Title Fight at their very best, combining dark ferocious guitar melodies with a perfect combination of pop and hardcore. “Crescent-shaped Depression” echoes the sounds of the legendary American Football, and exemplifies (paradoxically) the more relaxed yet more serious side of Title Fight’s sound. “Safe in Your Skin” offers something similar, while crashing symbols and a marching bass drum conclude with Rhoden singing, “When you’re feeling safe in your skin, Maybe we’ll meet again”, resembling Jesse Lacey’s Deja Entendu voice.