LA’s famous Emo Nite is coming to The Bomb Factory this June for the biggest party yet! Get ready to rock out (or cry (or both, we don’t judge)) to…Read More
Sat, September 21, 2019
Doors: 7:00 pm / Show: 8:00 pmThe Bomb Factory
$9.71 - $65.00
This event is all ages
97.1 KEGL Presents
"The title The Boy Who Died Wolf, it’s like, we were so young and now we're adults," says Stevens. "I went through a lot of issues that I had to sort out and sometimes I can’t believe that I'm alive. And now here I am traveling the world with my best friends, making music, and living the exact dream that we had set out to accomplish a long time ago … We're learning a different lifestyle. And it's good, it's positive. But it's also hard to let go of everything that happened in the past."
That new lifestyle comes in the wake of success that's snowballed since 2014, featuring Grammy nods; radio smashes; stops at major festivals (Lollapalooza, Bonnaroo, Reading and Leeds and so on); tours alongside Scott Weiland, Chevelle and Catfish & the Bottlemen to name a few; tours around the world including Australia, New Zealand, Europe and the UK as well as multiple headlining tours in the United States one of which is currently underway. The feeling of celebration infuses The Boy Who Died Wolf, while still heading into haunted regions of Steven's past, yowling somewhere between the metronomic robot metal of Queens of the Stone Age, the bluesy wallop of Jack White and the feedback-shrieking noise-pop of In Utero-era Nirvana.
To record the LP, the band traveled far from their New York comfort zone to Bogotá, Colombia, recording with Mister Asylum producer Joel Hamilton (The Black Keys and Wu-tang, Tom Waits, Elvis Costello,).
"Normally we would record in New York or L.A., and when we're in those places we just have too many distractions, too many friends," says Stevens. "When you're trying to make art.. pure art, it's good to be secluded. So we were literally in a fortress, 20-foot walls all around this compound in the middle of Bogota."
"The energy around you, the culture that you're taking in, will affect the songs," he continues. "We were really enjoying ourselves. So I think there's a little more step to this album. There's happier tones. There's some dark stuff too but there are simply more uplifting moments on this album. I think we finally realized we are supposed to be here making music. That people like what we do. We had more trust in ourselves and each other and just let the music come out.
The upbeat vibe begins to show its face lyrically in the lead single "My Name Is Human" ("I'm feeling the way that I'm feeling myself"), and then appears full force on the blazing desert-rock dynamite of "Postres" ("I'm havin' fun for the rest of my days"), but takes a back seat in their dreamy cover of Real Life's 1983 new wave swooner "Send Me an Angel" and on the anthemic "Little One" which reminds us all of the hopeless, lovelorn pangs that most have undoubtedly felt in the pit of their guts somewhere along the lines. But even the more serious songs are steeped in an unrelenting optimism. A great friend of theirs took his own life while the band were in Colombia, to which they responded with "For Billy," a beaming post-grunge burst.
"The song is not a downer, it's sad, but it's a charged up anthem," explains Stevens. "It's what he would have wanted. It was a really sad moment but he was such a happy person. So that song is something he can blare through his Harley speakers wherever he is now ."
Johnny describes Billy as an "original crewmember" of MCID, the collective shouted out on Highly Suspect's jackets, hats, lyrics and tattoos. "That's our ethos," says Johnny of the acronym that stands for "My Crew Is Dope." "We're trying to invite any and all positive people to what was once exclusively for us. We've realized its bigger than us; as long as you're not a racist, not a homophobe and you have good intentions then we welcome you to join the family and spread the love." In turn, Wolf's "Viper Strike" namechecks MCID in a venomous, knives-out attack on bigots: "We’re all equal except for you/'Cause you're an asshole with an ugly point of view"
"It's a family of positivity that we're really trying to build," says Johnny. "Our whole purpose is not just about being some famous band, but kind of making a movement. Making a difference for our generation who are so constantly misled. We barely made it out of the wrong mentality. We want to help. We're no hippies, those days are gone. The irony is that now you have to "fight" for positivity. Which is crazy but so be it. We're strapped and ready to defend free thinking. When you come to our shows, it's kind of like this family affair."
Bizarre and mundane, tender and confident. The awkward duality of the forever outsider, rightly reclaimed as power. This is The Pact. Produced and engineered by Billy Bush in Los Angeles (the band’s new home base), Slothrust’s new album is a confident journey across 12 songs that oscillate between a quietly reflective tenderness and a slick, sleek confidence; balancing playful innocence with ballsy swagger. “This is the most fun I’ve ever had making a record,” Wellbaum confirms. “We were able to take risks. I’m saying yes more than no these days.”
Bush brought a rugged-lush sensibility to the proceedings, assuredly guiding the band into new territory. “I can’t say I’ve come across a band like this where every player is equally strong" Bush noted. "Typically there is one stronger talent and one that lags behind, but something I find really unique about Slothrust is that everybody really is extraordinary in their ability to discuss, understand, hear and play music.” “We had infinite possibilities with Billy at the helm,” Bann says. “Whereas in the past we strove to make a record that would accurately capture the way we sound live,” continues Gorin, “this time we explored making a studio album. We let the experience take us somewhere new.”
Album opener and lead single “Double Down,” commands without cawing for attention - A lurching rock song with a subversive pop hook, ripped with screeching distortion that gives way to the chorus, an irreverent, emphatically cool takedown of all doubters. “Peach” showcases Wellbaum’s penchant for quirky wordplay as it free-associates “Jack-O-Lantern, Chupacabra; Sick Menorah, Candelabra” while cascading riffs illustrate her prodigious power and inventive nuance on guitar. “You were so mean to me then but no one’s mean to me now…”
“Walk Away” introduces a slinking R&B groove and an unexpectedly sultry vocal turn by Wellbaum, whose delivery shimmers as it peaks and drops, climaxing in a pulsing, frayed guitar solo full of tension that embodies desire straining against the edges of itself. “For Robin” opens with a jaunty bass line overlaid with a 1980s hotel-wedding saxophone riff, the perfect accompaniment to a lyrical narrative that takes the form of direct address to deceased actor Robin Williams.
“The Haunting” is a sumptuous odyssey through the realm somewhere between sleeping and waking that is perhaps most indicative of The Pact’s expanded sonic palette. A twangy, acoustic strum leads the way before the bass tumbles in to hug a simple, tangy melody, conjuring a sense of underwater vertigo not dissimilar from the band’s influences like Smashing Pumpkins or the reflective wail of The Pixies. “Fever Doggs,” “a song that feels like a photograph of an old house made of dark rotting wood,” Wellbaum acknowledges, tips its hat to trailblazers like PJ Harvey as it spins toward the edge in shifting time signatures that dissolve into a furiously controlled riot.
Of the writing process, Wellbaum reflects, “I need to do it less, but I want to do it more. I don’t feel frantic anymore.” While she might argue that there’s no concrete conceptual through-line to her writing, it’s hard to ignore the ongoing conversation between her and her restless, boisterous, but ultimately unsure inner child. “When writing a lot of this material I tried to step further outside of myself and take risks I hadn’t before. After doing that, I stepped back into the role of performer and author of the material. It’s a really liberating experience.”
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