![]() This album is what I imagine it sounds like to be in an intense and tumultuous relationship with a student that goes to a different New England private school than you. Great album, can't wait to see what these guys do next.īest Tracks: Cutting My Fingers Off, New Scream, Humming, Hello Euphoria, Dizzy On the Comedown, Diazepam, Threshold. Each track plays off of the others perfectly, pulling you in from beginning to end. ![]() This is exactly what "maturing" as a band and "changing your style" should be. The comparisons to Title Fight have been made, but the execution here is unrivaled. I just am not a fan of the genre, but within the genre it is quite a good album to grab. I found its tone quite naive and a bit too 'happy summer' to my taste. It is probably worth more than the 3.0 I am giving it, but it just did not impress me that much. This is a nice relaxed emo-ish/indie record. From the looks of it, 2015 impacted a lot of us. ![]() It's just pleasing to the ears in every way possible.Īlbum hurts like hell, but in the best way possible. Ultimately though, Peripheral Vision has aged gracefully, serving to highlight feelings from a different era, however hazy and silhouetted they may eventually be.I can't truly express how much I adore this album. Perhaps a worldwide pandemic has led me to reflect on times when this record soundtracked my life, kicking back at gigs and opening shows for bands much better than mine. It’s fitting that Peripheral Vision’s opening lines sets the record up to be a vessel of nostalgia. When reflecting back on our lives, it often seems opportune to wash away the trials and regrets, the anxieties and setbacks, only leaving a stained glass mirage to peer through. The balance of the record is fantastic considering how awkward plucky clean-channel fenders can sound (watch the live versions of these songs for a comparison). Nothing here is too adventurous, in fact the bands enthusiasm for easy-listening has led to successive lesser records which simultaneously amplify and cloud Peripheral Vision’s triumph of longevity. The record succeeds because of its consistency each song glows with the lilt of a soft synth or reverb decay frozen through the grills of Getz’s Roland Chorus. ![]() just another dream that’s better than my life.” Centre stage though are ruminations on companionship and confounded social anxieties - “With you tonight, I know that I can make out / With you I can make it out alive.” Getz taps into the magic of desire and longing, the accession of requited love and the lulls in between. Elsewhere, he coins phrases that typifies the heady 20-something depressive populating metal shows every weekend - “adolescent dreams / gave to adult screams. “Cut my brain into hemispheres / I want to smash my face until its nothing but ears / I want to paint my drain with a little red stain tonight” is a shockingly dark admission to pair with ‘Take My Head’’s cutesy guitar refrain and warm fuzzy palette. Austin Getz's lyrics are imagistic, creative and daring. The record’s tunnel-vision for tortured intimacy is undeniable, sharing all the thematic hallmarks of pop-punk/emo bands such as Turnover’s label mates or rather the scene at large but I cant help but feel here it’s done differently. While there is something fundamentally American about Peripheral Vision, a hazy mid-west milieu I can only obliquely grasp at (there are shades of American Football here, I am certain), for me Peripheral Vision mapped perfectly onto the balmy nights of an Australian summer, the record somehow tapping into such memories of post-adolescent romanticism that coloured my life at the time. Some albums are inextricably linked to personal experiences times in one’s life that somehow a record hold the mnemonic keys to. It stands on the precipice between romantic hope and cathartic fantasy sunbathing in those sweet nothings from a girl in the crowd who you now can only access through memory. Threaded throughout Peripheral Vision are speculations on desire: what was a past relationship’s significance? Will being in love be enough for me? What does a new relationship portend to be? Grandfathered into the record’s fabric is an immediate sense of nostalgia - a longing for what was, what might’ve been, what might never be. Review Summary: “it was one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turns out to be the pleasure itself.” -F. ![]()
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