Tuesday, October 24, 2006
A Shameless Plug On Behalf Of Friends

The thing that has begun to vex me in most mainstream music lately is the numbing similarity of it all. So many bands produce album after album of songs that all sound the same, and all the bands sound the same, and I don't think I can be blamed for not knowing one from the other since they all insist upon playing the same fucking music.

My friend Doug has a band called Chess Club that's not like that at all. Their songs all sounds intriguingly different, but somehow coherent and unified. They play artful, intelligent pop songs that have clearly been thought about at considerable length -- they tend to go in unexpected directions and resist taking the easy or obvious way out. They deserve a bigger, more enthusiastic audience than they currently have (although they've got a couple of die-hards); we all know that if we could get more people to listen, more people would dig 'em.

Lucky for you, their new album, A Generation of Pleasure Seekers, is finally propagating through the internets. In spite of my adoring status as a friend of the band, I wouldn't plug the album if it wasn't genuinely good -- and it really is goddamn good. They pulled out some big guns for a local band, and the love and effort they put into the record is obvious. "Boy on a Bicycle" somehow manages to work on both a microcosmic and grandiose scale at the same time; "Drowning Stick" is like an angry bee attacking your head; "Devastortion" is a particular favorite of mine for reasons that don't bear going into here. Their show favorites are present and accounted for. The painful thing is, I know of at least a few more fantastic songs that will apparently be waiting for the next album -- but it's good to know that the band has plenty of fuel left to burn.

In any case, it's a good album and you should listen to it. If you're impatient, you can download the album from iTunes. If you're one of those that likes to fondle some packaging while you listen, you can buy a hard copy at CDBaby. Or, if you dig personal contact, you can buy one from the guys themselves -- they could probably be coerced into signing/modding/molesting a copy for you. Best of all would be to come to a show and take it straight from their grasping, clammy hands. I don't see how they could make it any easier for you to get your pop noir fix.
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