Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Reviews:: The Sorrys Neanderthal Cell Phone


As a music fan in his mid-thirties, there's something comforting about seeing silverbacks jump on stage, turn up the amps and fist pump through huge chorus after huge chorus. It’s no secret that most of today’s musicians are fueled by apathy, irony and self loathing and it might be hard to believe, but this wasn’t always the case. Not too long ago people actually wanted to dance, sing along and leave a show sweat soaked and alive, instead of standing at the back nodding along more concerned with incoming texts.

Thankfully, there are a few acts happy to channel The Replacements and rely on big chords and catchy riffs instead of lo-fi subtleties, long bended steel notes or blips and bleeps. Obviously, Boston’s The Hold Steady is the first band that people think of, but if you keep driving North for about a day, you will find a local act you can hold in the same high regard. The Sorrys have the same mission; they want us to feel our heart thump along with each kick drum beat and crunching power chord and feel like we fit in.

I suppose the vocal similarities between Trevor Millet and Craig Finn will lead to more than a few comparisons, but unlike the critical darlings and fan proclaimed saviors of rock n’ roll, The Sorry’s don’t fixate on looking back to drunken nights, drugs and glory days that probably weren’t all that glory filled. Sure, they might not be able to match The Hold Steady hook for hook and probably won’t have young Canadians praising their name and screaming along word for word while hoisting pints in the air, but there is something more realistic, more mature about sad songs that make you feel good and are just as powerful to a 30-year old as they are to a 20-year old.

You never get the impression that The Sorrys are obsessed with the past, even if their preferred sounds and musical influences are entrenched in it. They are more than ok with growing up, they just never felt the need to stop loving electric guitars and big drums. The carefree joy of Achievement Races jump starts the record and you realize the Haligonian rockers simply kept playing music, kept drinking beer and kept on living. Instead of trying to save rock n’ roll, The Sorrys assumed it was doing ok on it's own and simply kept the good times rolling.

The shimmering guitar notes of Roses and heavy riffage of Articulate keep the record driving forward, but the band also shows the natural evolution a band needs on the Long Winters-ish Breath to Breeze. As fun as it is to let go and give into classic hooks like the band delivers on Poppy, a little bit of depth makes the record a more complete listen. Every night can't be filled with booze heavy nonsense, and not every crush is life or death any more, but The Sorrys show us that turning 30 isn't a death sentence and maybe, just maybe, your best days aren't behind you.








MP3:: The Sorrys - Achievement Races







MP3:: The Sorrys - Poppy

MYSPACE:: http://www.myspace.com/thesorrys

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