WEIRD NIGHT: This Is Weird Night: LP

Jul 23, 2020

I don’t know if this is observable to the locals, but, to any reasonably seasoned observer sufficiently removed from Orange County, most bands from there are almost immediately identifiable by their sound. It’s a geographic tell, somewhat like a Boston accent but with eighth notes on the ride cymbals. This band, however, I had no fricking clue where they were from. I had to look it up. Fullerton! There goes my career as a famous TV detective. They’re kind of a weird concoction of what one might imagine would be mismatched parts: Keyboards whistling around in the background (the Screamers? The Last?), buzzy guitars smashing around in the mix (the Consumers?), high-pitched, reverby vocals (no clue who), harmonies that aren’t really in tune (X, but not exactly), a general casting-about for meaning, purpose, and fulfillment (an all-grown-up version of M.I.A.’s Notes From the Underground?) and a tenuous alliance between high art and rocking in the basement (the Urinals, most likely), and probably drugs (I know nothing). I found that I am able to successfully ignore this record for about half a side, but at that point I usually find myself intrigued enough that I start digging around for the lyric sheet, trying to pierce their odd veil of mystery. I dig it––either despite or because the band doesn’t sound remotely O.C.-ish until “Health No More”––but, for the love of god, next time get someone who knows the difference between “to” and “too” and “your” and “you’re” to look over your lyric sheet! Razorcake is nothing if not grammatically fastidious! BEST SONG: “Spoons.” BEST SONG TITLE: “Exponential Lover.” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: The cover art made me think the name of the band was “This Is Weird Right.” –Rev. Nørb (Burger,