If
you remember from a while back, I ran a review on their last album, Mixtape, and did an interview with them.
If you’re interested, I really suggest you go back and read that. If you’re
lazy and don’t care too much, just know that these guys are friends of the
blog, and make some interesting music. OBB is a pair of brothers working out of
Colorado, making music in their shed-turned-recording-studio, and it’s not like
much you’ve heard before.
Songs to Escape the Desert By sees them take
on a variety of sounds. It sounds like it’s just kind of a collection of songs
they’ve had around since Bad Sleep,
which was released in 2011. Of course, that doesn’t mean that they’re bad;
there’s a good mix of songs on here from my favorite album of their’s, Mixtape, along with a few tracks mixing
in more of the traditional OBB sound.
The
first few tracks, however, are a good introduction to what’s in store for the
next hour. The opening track, “We are Slaves”, gives marching orders against
the 1%-ers and the capitalist system in America that favors the rich and
punishes the poor. It’s a hyper-liberal track that anyone over at Pitchfork
would jizz their pants over. It’s also a great way to be introduced to the idea
of Onboard Balloon, and what they stand for. Later on, “Starbender” takes a
similar stance of hating on pop musicians with angry lyrics and hard bass line
and angry guitar riff. Plus the pauses in the lyrics allowed Keegan to really
do some fun, angry, and interesting instrumental stuff.
The
next track, “Admittance”, smacks you in the face with the schizophrenic lyrics
and beat. It frequently changes pace, and at multiple points the entire beat is
completely dropped for some new instrumentation. But it’s strangely appealing;
you have no idea where the song is going, but every new turn is something new
and exciting. On top of that, you have Lee’s refrain of “my brain hates being
trapped in me”, over and over and over again during one of those beat changes,
and it just gives the song a whole new level of meaning and insight into the
band.
“Barleywine Bucket Babies” shows off how weird and folksy they can get. And I’ll tell you
what, this song gets weird. It’s only a banjo, and Lee’s voiced creepily
doubled and letting that redneck drawl shine through. The banjo has this
tin-like, twangy, clipped plucking to it, as though the musician didn’t know
how to hold it properly. And the lyrics – “I was boooorrrrrnnnn in a bucket”.
It’s about as backwoods as you can get without picking up a mason jar of
moonshine, firing your shotgun into the air, and having sex with your cousin. It's weird, it's strange, and it's fantastic.
The
rest of the songs feature these aspects in various degrees, with varying
success. There’s a few songs in there that you kind of glaze over, as they meld
into one another, especially given the random fade outs and beat changes that pop
up from time to time in the middle of a track. This could be seen as a good
thing; there’s nothing like having a well structured album with songs that
sound related. But, at the same time, there aren’t too many truly memorable
tracks. Sure, you can remember a line or two here and there, but you mostly
glaze over those tracks.
However,
there are a few tracks towards the end that really catch your attention. “Reflected”
is a favorite of mine. It’s towards the back of the album, where Songs starts to drop off a bit, but it
really picks the album up and drop it on your head. Much like the rest of the
album, it’s essentially a spoken word poem. But instead, there’s just a simple accordion
breathing, then a piano comes, then a guitar chord or two – the focus is on
Lee, and on his words. And my oh my, are those words powerful. “Extremely
pretty/Extreme these things”, “Close to spring time/Imma watch the Earth
grow/For the 26th time/And it’s funny, this time/It feels a little
different”, “Didn’t need a receipt to release the dream”. The best part is that
the poem is folded upon itself; after getting to the middle of the song, Lee
then goes back and repeats each line in reverse order. Even though it’s the
same path you just took, it looks different after seeing the end of it, and to
see it coming from a different angle. It’s a testament to the power of words
and poetic structure that tends to be lost in most music today.
“On the Roof” just sounds depressing. I have very little idea about what’s going on
in the song, but the narrator is on the roof, writing about a suicide and how
there aren’t any bells ringing to mourn that death, even though people are
talking about it. It then delves into the narrator’s interactions with a girl
who killed herself, and how he wants to kill himself too. But the hook just
sounds so good, so real, so honest, that you can’t help but pay attention and
listen in close.
As
a whole, the album is a bit of a mish-mosh of songs and styles, but it’s still
uniquely Onboard Balloon. I think they have their sound, between the tracks off
of Mixtape and half of the tracks on StEtDB. They just need that one album
that distills that kind of music, and a little luck. Trust me, if you like new
things and mindfucking lyrics, put Onboard Balloon on your list of bands to
check out.
If
you want their album, you can buy it on Amazon, iTunes, or wherever you want
because it’s everywhere. You should also like them on Facebook, and while
you’re at it, like us Frogs on Facebook too, because we’re just as cool as OBB. At least I think we are. You decide.
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