Wussy!
I’m only catching onto Cincinnati’s Wussy now, with the terrific Attica, their fifth album (give or take an EP, one odds-and-sods comp, one best-of comp, and an acoustic reworking of their debut.) They’ve garnered praise from no less than Robert Christgau; but don’t let that put you off. This is twangy, noisy American rock ‘n’ roll, with dual singers providing tangling, tart he-said/she-said vocals, a perfectly-imperfect racket perfectly-suited for your local beery dive.
Capable of being rootsy or roaring (and sometimes both at once), I hear echoes of X’s high-wire harmonies, Yo La Tengo’s fascination with sonic textures (and occasionally Sonic Youth’s excursions into noisy feedback), the Mendoza Line’s mutually-accusatory narratives, and many others.
Not only did all the aforementioned bands have a couple at their center, but almost all* of them had some romantic turbulence that arguably fed some writing material and tension into their art, and in some cases contributed to the band’s dissolution. Likewise with Wussy, though the couple (Chuck Cleaver, formerly of Ass Ponys,** and Lisa Walker) have remained post-breakup friends and bandmates.
Up top is “Teenage Wasteland” – it takes some moxie to name your leadoff track something like that. I’m reminded of The Replacements naming their breakthrough album Let it Be (there’s a lyric on the folky “Acetylene” that seemingly calls back to the ‘Mats “Here Comes a Regular”, when Cleaver croaks “This is not a home, this is an apartment.”)
In “Wasteland”, Walker belts out an anthem for everyone who ever found solace and communion in the clarion call of an amplified and distorted guitar, and for three minutes didn’t feel quite so alone. I’m partial to the part where she yelps out “oh! oh!”, an ecstatic interjection suggesting explosive energy, and impatience, and an epiphany that can’t be easily articulated in words.
“To the Lightning” owes more than a little to R.E.M., another band that wasn’t afraid to get some country in its rock. Its lyrics are impressionistic – is it about loving, or fighting, or drinking, or all of the above? Are they singing “This is where the ruin starts“, or “This is where the ruin’ starts” (two related, but slightly different concepts)?
I’ve had its repeated closing lines (“Bide your time, and when the time arises, rise and shine and let me go”) stuck in my head for days; that’s a nice little combination of rhythm and rhyme:
This is a band that’s not afraid of delicious ambiguity – the chorus to the rumbling, smoldering “Beautiful” is “I’m not the monster that I once was; twenty years ago, I was more beautiful than I am today.”
What does that mean? I turn those lines over and over in my head, like a worrying stone:
The delicate melody on this one is naggingly familiar:
You know if a band can turn in a decent cover of this, I’m gonna give them at least a shot:
*Keep it together, Yo La Tengo! We’re all pulling for you!
**Arguably, the only-kinda-terrible “Wussy” is an improvement over his old bandname.
I mean, come ON – the proper plural is “Ponies“!
Whiffy!
Well, it’s a grower.Report
Ah, I know Wussy. They seem to have taken over a certain segment of the blogosphere. I have heard they are good live.Report
Apparently I have been assimilated. I saw a blurb on BoingBoing for the new one, sampled a stream of the album and thought it interesting enough, and so put the album on my “to check out” list.
My wife saw it there and grabbed it for me for Father’s Day, and now I CANNOT STOP LISTENING TO IT. Each time through, I keep noticing some OTHER part I really like. It’s like the textbook definition of a grower. I already grabbed one other album of theirs, and ordered a third.
I think my wife was more skeptical to start (she’s not as into twang as I am) but I showed her that “Ceremony” cover on the TV/through a decent set of speakers and she got it then. Walker starts out a little tentative (she looks like she’s cribbing the lyrics from a sheet of paper) but by the end, she and the band are totally swept up in it.Report
Yeah, I’m going to have to check it out, because a bunch of people whom I know have good taste have now sworn by it.Report
I’ll have to check this out. I’m an Ass Ponys fan from way back, and I’ve admired both asses and ponies long before I realized how made for each other they were.Report
You little bastard!Report
What a time we live in, that a man can make an incredibly obscure reference to a long-forgotten 90s-era Ohio band in perfect confidence that it will be understood.
Though I might be unfair to Ass Ponys. They were on a major label at one point, I believe. Someone will need to Google that for me.Report
Well, you said you were a fan, so I figured you wouldn’t take offense.
I first stumbled across that song via, believe it or not, Napster. I’m not a Ponys expert, but I’ve loved them from that moment.Report
Hey, call him ‘Snake’.
Man, I had forgotten all about that song.
Probably a good thing too, I dunno if it would have been a selling point for me here. It’d be like trying to use “She Don’t Use Jelly” to convince me to check out the Lips.Report
Up top is “Teenage Wasteland” – it takes some moxie to name your leadoff track something like that.
Because everyone will get its name wrong. “Hey, play that Barbara Riley song again!”Report
It’s like their “Alex Chilton”, except it namechecks Pete and Keith instead (Roger and John are outta luck; I guess there weren’t enough verses for them).
Children by the millions wait for that song, in which “your misery sounds like ours” and “for one short breath it sounds like the world is ending, exploding in space, beginning again, so far away.“Report