I’ve been a fan of Alex G. since Jack told me Greg cried listening to him [references to personal life as legitimate journalism]. Consider the torch passed, tearducts. Cold Foamers’ All Cold Everything is recorded and produced and played on by Alex G. so I kinda knew I was gonna like it, but this is delightfully Cold-Foamers-as-an-adjective. This is late-to-early saturday music (sad and sorry) for late-to-early saturday people (sad and sorry). Dirty basement and cold breakfast, love-loving and self-hating, close-the-blinds-I’m-tired music. Vocals come in whispers and wails and screams, and are embarrassed and embarrassless. Q: “Where’s your tantrum?” A: Right here, big guy *shakes fist, speaks to father for first time in years*
Being in your early twenties and with friends who get you and why you are sometimes sad and sometimes happy and can help you make this into music is a really nice situation. Right there, this is it. The ennui eats its tail and its a forever ouroboros but instead of that you make nice-sounding music (re: RAWKNROLL).