On occasion, I run into artists that take me to places of almost pure feeling. It can be feelings of joy, peace or of guilt and angst. This band takes me from joyful peace to angst and back to joy in nanoseconds. Don’t let me forget to make note of the beautiful harmonies….Heavenly, blissful harmonies.
Been listening to this band for a little over a month. Genius at work here on what lies under the tip of the iceberg of my consciousness. There’s a great number of spirits at play, dancing from other realms with ours where Car Seat Headrest echoes.
These are beautiful artists creating good medicine for the souls that share these times.
“For myself, I cannot live without my art. But I have never placed it above everything. If, on the other hand, I need it, it is because it cannot be separated from my fellow men, and it allows me to live, such as I am, on one level with them. It is a means of stirring the greatest number of people by offering them a privileged picture of common joys and sufferings. It obliges the artist not to keep himself apart; it subjects him to the most humble and the most universal truth. And often he who has chosen the fate of the artist because he felt himself to be different soon realizes that he can maintain neither his art nor his difference unless he admits that he is like the others. The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge. And if they have to take sides in this world, they can perhaps side only with that society in which, according to Nietzsche’s great words, not the judge but the creator will rule, whether he be a worker or an intellectual.”- Camus
The name of this band seems appropriate for this day. The day that follows the first debate between two idiots from which we are left to choose from for President of the United States of America. Everybody is a kid to somebody.
These kids from the Detroit area and there isn’t much available about the band. They are about as underground as it gets. I went to their Bandcamp page and liked their stuff there enough to purchase both releases. It’s name your price for the creations. I want to see these guys keep creating so I paid a dollar a song. I think that is fair price, but I don’t really know what is fair. With so many options to stream music and download it with memberships, I just don’t know. I do like how Bandcamp is engineered for the artist. It is simple to use and a great place to find underground bands and support the ones that we want to keep creating.
I love the vocalist’s vocals. When he stretches his voice, Sebastian Bach of Skid Row comes to mind and that is a pleasant connection for the writer. Watching some of the live videos, I’m disturbed at how Jon-Mikal Bartee dresses during some of their shows, but not at how they perform. I might also want to confess at how I don’t mind being disturbed. It is a portal to understanding my own bias and the folly of bias. So I do like how he dresses and turns my comfort upside down. I reckon he might be a connoisseur of The New York Dolls.
“One can tell a child everything, anything. I have often been struck by the fact that parents know their children so little. They should not conceal so much from them. How well even little children understand that their parents conceal things from them, because they consider them too young to understand! Children are capable of giving advice in the most important matters. How can one deceive these dear little birds, when they look at one so sweetly and confidingly? I call them birds because there is nothing in the world better than birds!”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot