Show date and time:
Thursday, Mar 10
Mill Creek in Appleton
Meridene didn’t set out to write an manuscript about a pressures and paranoia Americans face during mercantile and informative misunderstanding in a early stages of a 21st century. It set out to write an manuscript that softened on You’re Not Pretty, You’re Worse, a entrance bid that warranted regard on college radio stations opposite a nation with punchy stone anthems and hard-hitting hooks. Intended or not, Something Like Blood is a sophomore full-length that creates Eau Claire, Wisconsin’s Meridene a twin threat, embodying both lyrically-focused themes of fear and doubt, and a course of a rope realizing a full intensity after years of experience.
After a many new year of essay and demoing, Meridene set out to emanate a best sounding record possible. The rope went into a studio utilizing their influences and those within their evident scene. Something Like Blood was available in a Northwoods of Wisconsin during Apr Base (home-studio of Bon Iver), constructed and churned by Brian Moen (of Peter Wolf Crier fame) and mastered by T.W. Walsh (formerly of Pedro The Lion and The Soft Drugs).
At their top turn of appetite a songs conflict with layers of charging guitars, sprawling keys and high-intensity percussion, while front male Trevor Ives soars over it all with warnings about trust and unavoidable approaching loss. The opening track, “Everyone’s Waiting,” is a lively, brazen marching strike in that he declares that he’s “not astounded to see we’re settling on a medium wage, a medium life.” Bright and desirable as it seems on a surface, a quick-paced, poppy song, “Gone, Baby Gone” is brought behind to a oppressive existence by a informed story of a family losing a home in Gone With The Wind-like fashion. Building into chorus, among a blazing, rollicky dance kick and a easily pumping drum guitar, Ives heeds, “Now a dogs of fight are barking out and ruinous a peace.” It’s a complicated line to be surrounded by such a desirable hymn of sounds. “…And we contingency put them down if ever we wish to get some sleep.”
Although Meridene has brandished a parsimonious pop-rock sound, a songs that make adult Something Like Blood aren’t all sprints; some find their walk during slower speeds and stir with precocious songwriting and organization. The album’s pretension lane is a moody, down dash widen of strain that forgoes a standard comfort of a carol and nudges listeners into a sun-splashed ending, melting a contingent of shoegazey guitars with a issuing drum line and a jazzy drum beat. Guitars easily strum on a behind porch ballad, “Bible Belt,” in that Ives explores a excitability he’s felt toward sacrament given his youth. It’s not startling to hear Meridene siphon out enterprising strike after enterprising hit, it has wielded that energy of strain before, though marks like these showcase an considerable newfound maturity. This is a sound of a rope that has satisfied a shortcoming that comes with such a power.
Perhaps exemplifying a whole suggestion of a manuscript improved than any other one song, “Written Like Mad Sonnets,” starts with soft, echoing guitar chords and is met by a brazen pushing brew of colorful keys, buoyant drums and a rolling drum line. In only a few powerful verses and overpass lines, Ives has guided listeners by a Great Depression-like opinion on complicated day life in that we contingency pull ourselves by a possess sins as good as a get sins of a universe around us. Unruly leaders, eremite confusion, mercantile instability and a change that an atmosphere of fear and doubt can have on one particular eventually lead to a romantic fall that army Ives to poise a doubt of because we ever even make an try during a improved life. He finds condolence and impulse in a search, however, and as guitars and keyboards bloat into a frenzy that becomes a album’s many carefree ending, his voice rises adult in a harmony. “Learn your mistakes,” he sings, “turn them to song, and those mistakes, they sing along.”
If it wasn’t already, Meridene is positively operative on all cylinders now. Equal tools intelligent and non-static songwriting, as good as socially unwavering desirous lyrics and themes, Something Like Blood binds a possess among a excellent of indie-pop annals and serves as a loyal instance of a rope entrance into a possess in a best approach possible.