Jaeger Wells, “Bastard Pop” (0/5)
Bastard Pop: the perfect euphemism for an artist that produces illegitimate offspring off society’s well-loved genre of Pop. Coincidentally, it’s the title of Jaeger Well’s debut EP, and I’ll let you know right of the bat, I sincerely hope it’s his last. Now, don’t judge me as unfair. I gave the him every opportunity to redeem itself; however, Wells refused to comply.
In order to better equip myself for this review, I checked out the Wells' Myspace. Under the his name, the genres are listed as Folk/Pop/Acoustic, which ultimately makes me question the his credibility considering it took me nearly ten minutes to hear any semblance of those genres, and even now I’m being generous. To add injury to insult, listed under their influences are Bruce Springsteen, Jimmy Eat World, and—I can’t believe I’m about to write this—The Get Up Kids. In a way, you’ve got to hand it to him for having the audacity to claim such influence.
Pushing all of this aside, I focus more clearly on the Wells' lyrics. Roughly one minute into the first track “Dirt”, I begin to quietly giggle. Yes, giggle; and here’s why: “Could you hand me my sweater,/I feel the flu coming on.” At this point, I’m pulling my hair out and only wish for this torture to cease. The rest of the four intolerably-long tracks are about as giggle-inducing as the first.
As I finish this review, I feel as if I should find something positive to say. But really, it’s too damn hard and this band blows.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Album Review: Jaeger Wells--Bastard Pop
Saturday, January 5, 2008
The Starting Line, so to Speak
An official blog for the unofficial. Isn't that what blogspot is all about? I hope so, because that's why I'm using it. If you haven't noticed, my blog is going to be about music. For the most part, I will use this blog as place to gather all my articles and album reviews I write for AjiSignal and Suburban Roads Magazine, respectively. In addition, I may post opinions about current music trends (why the fuck is Paramore Band of the Year according to Alternative Press' readers?), why I still enjoy bands that you think has become a sell-out (Fall Out Boy anyone?), etc. I realize there are approximately 459830 bloggers that write about the same things; however, I'm different because most of my music will not be obscure, indie bands whose vocalists couldn't sing their way out of a box (not even a studio-produced box) nor will I be referencing underground-popular bands that aren't around anyone (The Cure) because, honestly, I could care less. Music is now, and I'm a forward-looking' kinda gal.
