I thought Weezer was back on the rise when Wavves and Surfer Blood were getting over, but the truth is the Weezer aping wasn’t even a twinkle in Nathan Williams’ eye then compared to what’s up now. The churning of out-of-fashion music into a seemingly new, authentic subgenre usually occurs around two-three decades after its heyday, maybe a decade after it fell completely out of fashion. I think we can all agree that Weezer never stopped being fucking awesome, but nonetheless it has been quite a while, so let’s see what the millennial kids are up to today:
Let me hop off my high horse and tuck away my visual-impaired-assisted loudspeaker with the big buttons and labels for a few minutes. Okay, Porches., even with that stupid period at the end of your name throwing off my grammar game, “Townie Blunt Guts” is a God among Weezer-copping songs (see also, Happy Diving’s “Sincere”, as the equally excellent yet meta, self-reflexive of the two). Punchy power pop guitars and color-by-number vocal melodies were a Weezer staple, and Porches. do it about as good as anyone else I’ve heard, of course wrapped in stoner anthemics. “Townie Blunt Guts” is a bit of a backwards anthem for me (having gone to a private liberal arts college in a small, backwoods MA town), but it illuminates the plight of the townie in ways I hadn’t imagined.
Progressively nostalgic, retrospectively educational. The Porches. way. . . .
“Townie Blunt Guts” is from a split of like-minded bands via Bird Tapes. Buy it on coke bottle vinyl here »
