The Connecticut collective's ambitious debut LP is powered by an almost frightening will to live. Though on a much, much smaller scale, TWIABP resemble Arcade Fire prior to Funeral , having made their name on a promising EP and unpredictable, cathartic live performances that feature nearly a dozen people making music at the same time. There are the musical cues as well-- searching arpeggios over palm-muted clean chords, spastic drum fills, nasal Casio synth leads.
It takes a little while for Whenever, If Ever to get going, but once it does, TWIABP establish they are not an emo revival act, but more of a spiritual descendent of Danielson Famile or an early 00s Saddle Creek band, a community whose albums serve as a time capsule, a documentation of their lives.
The posters in your bedroom speak softly. They tell stories. So where did you live and what did you learn there? Where do the echoes from the echoes go? Where does the water flow when it leaves our homes. Should I leave or try to beat this?
I know it gets harder everyday. But the dawn will fade and our skin will flake away. Where does the water flow once it leaves our homes. Live wires are like this. They hit the streets and form a beacon. Watching our planet grow on screens I spoke into a window sill and still forgot everything and it spoke back. I will stare while you are growing.
Come with me to empty places. They are filled with everything. Where do the pieces of our dreams recede? Into eyes shut that are opening. I never have ever decided what to think of all the years I spent in Connecticut. Whenever, if ever I get my life together I'll apologize for all the things I should have said So beat on the bass drum, make all the spiders run.
We threw rocks at the house and it looked back. Another day lost to the setting sun. I stare at the ceiling and it looks back. You Will Never Go to Space We sang songs but never learned your words or melodies. We ran far beyond the lights cast on these streets. Always anxious, somehow breathing. Never certain but still searching. You parked your car out on my lawn and came inside. When I wake will I still be asleep? Can I ever trust anything? Wake up. Is there a way to get into it or should I try to get over it?
Did we dream when we were skeletons or did we just wish for our skin? What did we forget on those dark streets? Are we powerless against our youth escaping? I am still a wreck. We connect in separate places. Tonight I feel just fine. I feel like a 2. Ultimate Steve Our senses wear out so strike us with lightning.
Let it tear us apart and shake our being. We should stop our grieving. Let it destroy me. Let it end all suffering.
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