Nervous Bride – Lose Your Mind
Genre: Lo-fi Rock, Indie Rock, Alternative Rock
There are two types of music listeners in the world. The first, to which our website tends to cater, is interested in the way music is made, in innovative music genres, and in the stories surrounding the songs. These are a minority, albeit a highly vocal and informed one.
The other category of listeners, the vast majority, which might include your sister, your grandpa, and your mom, will just nod and say: “Yeah, it sounds good!” This will be the highest accolade that they will offer, and they’ll be honest about what they say. After all, this, and only this, will be the way that they’ll govern their appreciation of popular music throughout their lives.
Nervous Bride’s “Lose Your Mind” pulls off what seems like a simple trick in a marvellous fashion – they make indie-rock music that is instantly pleasing to the ear and seemingly made to fit onto radio playlists designed for any time of the day.
Isn’t this what every indie-rock band tries to do? That is a possibility, sure. But they don’t manage to do it. In fact, it’s been years since the charts have been interested in these kinds of bands, and Nervous Bride is looking to change things.
Frat Mouse – dirty word
Similar artists: Modern Baseball, Hot Mulligan, Oso Oso, Microwave
Genre: Punk, Indie-rock
In Garcia Marquez’s “Love in the Time of Cholera,” it takes the main characters about half a century to start appreciating the events of their youth and liking each other. While that may be a modern fairy story, most people’s minds are wired in the same way. Nostalgia is a really powerful tool that gives a shine to even the worst of memories.
Like any emotional tool that can be manipulated to sell records and concert tickets, the music industry has used it to its own ends. The general consensus is that songs about the past need to be happy and upbeat and make you think about the good ol’ times long enough to reach into your pocket for your wallet.
It’s a real shame that people forget the intensity of the bad ol’ times. Frat Mouse’s “dirty word” sounds like a therapy session in which the participant is required to travel back, recall all the terrible events, and write down exactly how those made them feel back then. It must be painful, but it sure makes for a better tune than the ones about graduating high school. In fact, this kind of anger is precious and ought never to be wasted.
