|Geez, I keep thinking of coming back to say this and then forgetting. So:|
Disco. Jackie. Team Dresch? OH MY OH YES.
I mean, really, with Captain My Captain, the search pretty much died. I dig that weird, kinda nasal, kinda limited voice. I dig the riffage. I dig how upfront and simple the lyrics are. Those first four tracks would make a pretty much perfect EP. Kinda loses that rush of immediate quality, but even the later tracks, when I stop and listen, are damn good too. Musically, it's the kind of thing that described to me I would think of as unexciting, but either my preconception was entirely wrong or this is a bizarre exception to the rule. They work their formula well, and they know how to keep it spicy. And retaining punky attitude without being as, well, boring to me as punk is.
All of this devotion probably comes from some bizarrely late Angry/Angsty Adolescent ("FUCK THE HETERONORMATIVE PATRIARCHY TO WHICH I REFUSE TO BE AN ACCOMPLICE!... but how?") phase at 18, I guess, which makes all the angsty drive real and joy-inducing rather than eye-roll-inducing as it might otherwise be. It doesn't matter. It feels right.
So thank you! Thank you very much!