Slightest Clue – Car Crash Dialect
If you can’t tell the truth while screaming at the top of your lungs, you’ll never be able to tell it! People who raise their voices are, well, maniacs, sure. But, they’re all also people who do not lie. How could you with all that blood running to your head?
Sadly, apart from expensive Primal Scream Therapy (if that sham is even a thing anymore), there aren’t many folks who will allow you to scream your head off just for the purposes of letting off some steam and expressing your deepest desires.
Rock bands have the complete opposite problems. If their guitar lines don’t sound like someone buzz-sawing down a family of Canadian oak trees, nobody will take them seriously. If the singer doesn’t sound like they’re having a nervous breakdown, it’ll all just sound like a wasted opportunity.
Slightest Clue gets your attention immediately. They let the guitars scream in your face while the twin vocals chase you down. But “Car Crash Dialect” has more going for it than just that. In looking to soundtrack a terrible disaster properly, Slightest Clue has developed a clever, complex, live-sounding approach to their recordings. “Car Crash Dialect” sounds just about as exciting as walking away safe from a wreck. That’s alt-rock magic right there!
Andrew Savage – Parking Lot Puddle
Success in math is simple but heartbreaking math. Do you want to make sure you make it? Have a couple more good days than terrible days. That sounds simple enough. Here are numbers that we can trust.
But that also means that the more you live, the more the terrible days are going to pile up. It’ll mean that you’ll have to fight tooth and nail to counterbalance those. It’ll mean having to force on a smile when a frown would feel like it belongs much more naturally on there.
Most people don’t get a parade when they do well. Even more heartbreakingly, they don’t get any grand gesture when they feel like their world is about to be torn apart. There’s no dramatic music in the background and no people writing social media messages of support.
Still, there is something… Songs like Andrew Savage’s “Parking Lot Puddle” are out there, and they’re waiting to be found by people who have a hole in their heart that is as big as the songwriter and singer when they put these lines to tape. “Parking Lot Puddle” sounds like an explosion. It’s fireworks honouring a car crash. Most people have nothing but their musicians to provide them with that.
