Hailing from the budding metropolis of Makanda, Illinois, (population roughly the size of a freshman English class at a mid-sized university) The Heat Tape are set to release their debut album, “Raccoon Valley Recordings,” on February 15th through Red Scare. Fronted by Brett Hunter (The Copyrights, Dear Landlord), The Heat Tape were formed in a trailer park in Southern Illinois and tag themselves as “4-track garage lo-fi punk” on their bandcamp page. “4-track,” “garage” and “lo-fi” all hit the nail on the head. Punk? Certainly punk inspired (most songs hover around the two minute mark and are filled with fuzzed out, three-chord goodness), but they strike me as a good, old-fashioned, indie garage rock band.
The opening notes of the album’s opener, “Spend It,” are oozing with Titus Andronicus; pretty good company given that the latter has been a critical darling for the last couple years. Subtract the Springsteen-y Civil War references and the similarities between this and last year’s “The Monitor” (one of my favorite albums of 2010) are everywhere.
But where Andronicus focused their songwriting on journeying away from their Jersey home and shipping up to Boston, The Heat Tape sound like the brain droppings or many a college grad who has been at that point of trying to forge their way through their twenties and the spectrum of emotions that that entails; themes like love (“Idle Man”), lust (“Skin”) and death (the morbidly direct “Grandma’s Guns”) are captured in catchy, sub-three-minute (and usually barely two minutes) therapy sessions. Top-notch songwriting that will punch you in the solar plexus on more than one occasion.
“21st Century Turd” finds our self-deprecating protagonist coming to terms with being largely irrelevant, though the line about it being funny to wake on your birthday with nowhere to be comes across as more poignant than comical. “Quotes from an Unopened Letter” finds those disappointments getting a little more personal: “The more I try, the worser I get; I guess I just didn’t try hard enough.” “Feel No Good” is a story that many a twenty-something has recited ad nauseum when those long nights of trying to hold on to the college party lifestyle bleed a little too far into “real life.’ The realizations keep coming when “Four Track” has Hunter revealing that the “only thing left of (his) youth is the hiss in (his) four-track mind;” how many a failed singer/songwriter of our generation can echo that sentiment?!? Perhaps nowhere are the lyrics more weighty and “real life” than in the album’s second-to-last track, “Crackin’ Up,” which repeats the line “I’m crackin’ up, fallin’ apart and I can’t stand the way that you keep smiling.” The music sounds a little too sunny for the first couple of minutes, but eventually catches up to the desperation and the earnestness that such vocals would suggest. Some people turn to booze, drugs or, worse yet, years of therapy to work through most of these issues, the album’s closer, “Idle Man,” finds Hunter “going crazy so (he) writes a million songs.” We can only hope that this means Hunter and the boys will release a steady stream of material this catchy and relevant in short order!
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