Record #720: Foo Fighters – Greatest Hits (2009)

There are two things that I generally don’t care about at all: radio rock and greatest hits compilations.

But in this case, I will make a huge whomping exception.

For one, at this point in my life, I have little interest in diving deep into the extensive catalog of the Foo Fighters. However, I am not above admitting that Dave Grohl & Co. have produced some of the best radio rock the genre can offer. This collection of singles (in no particular order) is wall to wall bangers, showcasing Grohl’s perfect instincts for writing rock and roll hits.

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Record #719: The Chariot – Everything is Alive, Everything is Breathing, Nothing is Dead, Nothing is Bleeding (2004)

For a certain subset of music fans within a certain age, there are few bands as important as The Chariot. For former scene kids who put their girl jeans through their paces two-stepping in the church gym or muddied in the mosh pits of Cornerstone Music Festival, The Chariot represents the absolute epitome of mid-2000s Christcore.

And a decade and a half later, their debut record, Everything is Alive, Everything is Breathing, Nothing is Dead, Nothing is Bleeding is still every bit as chaotic and cathartic as it was back then, containing the blueprint for every riff, breakdown, and fist-pounding one-liners that throngs of metalcore bands are still trying to recapture.

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Record #718: Dens – Taming Tongues (2020)

Over the last  few years of attending, playing, and even organizing vaguely “Christian” music festivals, I have come to a deep appreciation of Facedown Records—home of such excellent bands as My Epic, Everything In Slow Motion, Weathered, American ArsonComrades, and many more excellent bands that often fly under the radar.

Another one of these bands is Dens,  whose set I heard through the floor while in a Chroma Artist Collective meet up during last year’s  Flood City Fest and cursed the timing of the thing.

But earlier this year, they released Taming Tongues, an absolute powerhouse of post hardcore that is at once anthemic and hard hitting.

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Record #717: Deftones – Ohms (2020)

It took me a while to get into the Deftones. The ebbs and flow of my opinion of them are well-documented on my social media: a few years ago, I took it upon myself to figure out how I felt about them once and for all, and dove headlong into their discography, taking detailed track by track notes of each album, which shift between aggressive alternative metal and dreamy shoegaze. Their discography sometimes feels like a fight between these extremes, heavy riffs sitting uneasily against the more billowing songs on the tracklist.

But here, Deftones frontman and admitted The Cure fanboy Chino Moreno opens the record singing, “I’ve finally achieved balance.” And then the band spends an entire album proving that they’ve one just that. Over thirty years into their career, Ohms might be the most cohesive and consistent record in their catalog.

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Record #714: James Taylor – Greatest Hits (1976)

In the summer of 2006, I was between my freshman and sophomore years of college. With no job and few friends left in my home town, I spent most of the summer driving across Michigan, crashing in friends’ living rooms (or kitchen floor, in one instance), occasionally happening on open mic nights or jam sessions or campfires where the acoustic guitar in my backseat would be of use.

My vehicle in those days was a late 90s Chrysler Town & Country that I inherited from my mom when she upgraded. The once mighty stock sound system was now neutered, its CD player rendered useless. Driving between cities, finding strong (and listenable) radio stations proved impractical.

All I had was a tape deck, and a garage sale copy of James Taylor’s Greatest Hits on cassette. Such was my soundtrack for that summer, and many months in between (it may have stayed in the deck as long as two years).

And while I usually pass on Greatest Hits compilations, when I found this the other day, I had to take it—and not just for the memories.

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Record #713: Citizen – Everybody Is Going to Heaven (2015)

As closely as young me followed emo, post hardcore, and the various other splinter groups in the broad punk umbrella, I lost touch somewhere for a while. Personally, I blame the Third Wave of emo, with its ranks of guylinered front men who were more concerned with fashion and deals with Hot Topic than they were with the music.

So aloof was I that I almost  completely missed several great bands—the Emo Revival, “the Wave,” and other scenes that resurrected the best parts of the music I grew up with with sincerity and skill.

I’ve seen Citizen’s name (and albums) for almost a decade now. But it took finding this album in my local used shop to spur my curiosity to finally pull them up on Spotify.

And boy, am I ever glad I did.

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Record #712: CATERPILLARS – Where Shadows Go To Speak (2020)

A couple years ago, a friend invited me to join a Facebook group he had started called “Midwest Emoposting.” It has since grown to many thousand members, but in its humble beginnings, there were precious few of us.

As expected, the group didn’t just attract music fans alone, but also a number of musicians. Every so often, there would be a post by a member promoting their own band. Admittedly, I often ignored these posts, as the songs felt like lackluster American Football copies. But one day, a man named Stephen O’Sicky posted about his band, CATERPILLARS, and my first reaction was, “wait…this is actually good.”

Since then, a lot has changed. CATERPILLARS and my own band SPACESHIPS are now label mates on Friend Club Records, and we both released new full lengths a couple weeks apart (another friend from that group did the cover art).

Said full length is Where Shadows Go to Speak, a super solid collection of songs that are at once ethereal, emotive, and powerful.

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Record #711: American Arson – A Line in the Sand (2020)

Last year at Audiofeed, I accidentally found myself spending an awful lot of time near the American Arson merch table. They were situated in the shade right between the main stage and the impromptu stage where many of my friends (and my own projects) had claimed slots, and so as I killed time between sets, I talked a fair amount with Jesse and Evan, the only two members of American Arson.

When the time came for their set, they had already described  their sound to me, but descriptions alone could not have prepared me for the blistering onslaught of hardcore energy, lush walls of sound, intricate compositions, and singalong choruses—pulled off by two people using a combination of live loops and samples.

But as their recent full length proves, their appeal goes far beyond the spectacle of watching them build these songs live. A Line in the Sand captures every single element that drew my ear to them in the first place—both musically and personally.

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