by Ace! on Thu Dec 02, 2010 1:01 am
Firewater is one of the most instantly listenable bands out there. Their music is always sharp, fast and angry, and it always makes me want to walk a little faster and maybe get into a fight. Most "angry" music is full of shit, but Firewater actually SOUNDS angry.
Their last album, The Golden Hour, was created after their creative force, Tod A, traveled through Southeast Asia for two years. He's one of the few people who actually left the country when Bush was elected instead of just saying he was going to.
And The Golden Hour is a record of that journey, more or less. He incorporates the musical styles of the region into his own narrative of leaving the United States, living abroad and returning. And I never really liked it as much as I felt I should have. I admired it a lot, but it never struck me like any of their previous albums.
Last night, walking through Tainan City, some of it hit home. Not the anger at the president bullshit, but the songs that perfectly capture what it was to be drunk at three in the morning, smoking and drinking in the heat, wondering exactly what it was that brought you here and why you've stayed. At the same time, it reminded me that I sometimes miss being there, smoking and drinking.
There's a lot of melancholy in that album, one I can relate to more than in any of their other work. The second to last track is about returning home, and how weird it is, how nothing has changed, except maybe things are a little worse. And I get that, and I think anyone who has left home, even if it's to another city, can get that.
Coming home isn't ever actually fun. Things don't freeze, waiting for you to come back. Everything changes, and that sucks.