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Grown-Ups Tape (Self Released) Calgary, AB ::web/sounds:: |
The early-90s caused a massive identity crisis. We can’t spank our kids anymore? Generation X? Divorce? Bored teenagers started manifesting themselves in major cities as opposed to burrowing in the corners of rural-anything. Addicted to entertainment, they yearned for the kind of on-demand content the internet now provides. My generation had no fathers; we nested in the bussom of a confused media conglomerate and lost any sense of conviction. We stole from our friends and made out with boys-and-girls in public. We smoked weed in the alley and threw rocks at cats. We played music to our friends over the phone and the conference-call was the greatest invention ever. We had nothing to do and all the time in the world. We were aimless and bored. Which is why the Grown-Ups make me feel wistful. Their first cassette is the ultimate 90s summer-bummer, wonderfully lost in an innocent teenage vortex of shit-culture and why-won’t-she-date-me losertude. It’s your basement anthem for listless junkies who just want to have fun. The Grown-Ups get it; being an adult is all about being a kid and growing up really sucks. Especially in the 90s. Brilliant.
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The nineties were a decade.
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[...] From the post-pubescent sludge of Jesse Locke: From The Cramps (radical) to Mates of State (barf) to the Plastic Ono Band (radical barfing), musical married couples are nothing new. However, what sets thee Grown-Ups’ Sarah and Josiah Hughes apart is that they’re cuter than a pair of bulldogs on snowboards that know how to turn up the rock and turn down the suck. Joined by third member/producer Darrell on “dad guitar” (nice Conchords reference, guys), they’ve now teamed with the almighty Bart for tape release number two. Eight songs of angry punk sludge that sound just as pitted as their debut but now with more Crazy Horse guitar solos (see: opener “Meat”) and Art Brut-esque motivational meta-songs (see: “Start A Band!”). This is the soundtrack for the skateboarding video game you invented in your brain. The musical equivalent of a cherry-coke slurpee with a stolen chocolate bar tucked in the cup. The creepy-lovable cover photo rules too, but I really just wish it was a drawing of Odie crossed with Jughead. [...]