Alien Snatch Records (Berlin)
Ian Manhire (White Wires, The Sedatives, Uranium Comeback, The New Calling...) picks the perfect name for this new band, for several reasons, and delivers pure pop gold on this debut album by RETROSPECTS (with great artwork from Alien Snatch regulars Sam Torzina and A-Hule-Hule), the long player featuring a bag of nuggets polished into a palm full of cat's eyes, swirls, and steelies, all the tunes just chock full of charm, the click of marbles rattling in your pocket, humming with analog synthesizers and unapologetic honesty...the narratives like scenes in a movie...the rhythms moving like the flickering of celluloid through a projector...when the spring comes, you kick the salted ice from the fenders...rub the rust from the chrome...Friday night slide off your sneakers and lace up the roller skates and hit the wooden floor at the local roller rink...in the kitchen Jiffy Pop shaking on the cast iron of the gas stove...the music casting a spell and keeping the promise from go to whoa...a continuation of that unique Ottawa/Canadian sound (that I'd argue goes back 60 years, long before people even used words like power pop and punk rock to describe music), expanding on that Canada sound while paring it down to its center...to its heart...rising out of melancholy to something that sounds like hope...launching like a water rocket out of davenport power pop and sounding like understated anthems for the underdogs, working class and regular folks...pop anthems for the end of summer, standing barefoot on the cool grass with a jar of dandelion wine in your hand, fireflies in the night sky, weathered eyes still shining like stars...long may you run...shine on my Ontario brothers and sisters. -- winch
THE RETROSPECTS - s/t [IMPORT color vinyl] – New LP
Regular price
$ 25.00
Ian Manhire (White Wires, The Sedatives, Uranium Comeback, The New Calling...) picks the perfect name for this new band, for several reasons, and delivers pure pop gold on this debut album by RETROSPECTS (with great artwork from Alien Snatch regulars Sam Torzina and A-Hule-Hule), the long player featuring a bag of nuggets polished into a palm full of cat's eyes, swirls, and steelies, all the tunes just chock full of charm, the click of marbles rattling in your pocket, humming with analog synthesizers and unapologetic honesty...the narratives like scenes in a movie...the rhythms moving like the flickering of celluloid through a projector...when the spring comes, you kick the salted ice from the fenders...rub the rust from the chrome...Friday night slide off your sneakers and lace up the roller skates and hit the wooden floor at the local roller rink...in the kitchen Jiffy Pop shaking on the cast iron of the gas stove...the music casting a spell and keeping the promise from go to whoa...a continuation of that unique Ottawa/Canadian sound (that I'd argue goes back 60 years, long before people even used words like power pop and punk rock to describe music), expanding on that Canada sound while paring it down to its center...to its heart...rising out of melancholy to something that sounds like hope...launching like a water rocket out of davenport power pop and sounding like understated anthems for the underdogs, working class and regular folks...pop anthems for the end of summer, standing barefoot on the cool grass with a jar of dandelion wine in your hand, fireflies in the night sky, weathered eyes still shining like stars...long may you run...shine on my Ontario brothers and sisters. -- winch
PS: We used to drive from Michigan to Ontario whenever we wanted, for breakfast, for the day, for dinner, for a show...and the Ontario bands could cross over without hassles and could open for acts when playing at the ice rink...it was all the rust belt after all...things change but walls and borders and ignorance and tariffs and duties can't stop the music...from Canada to Berlin to Oregon to wherever you roam or call home...