We’ve all had tough breakups. Unless you’re a really ugly dude, or a fat whale with your dead twin still hanging off your back, you’ve been in a relationship when it turned sour. When it’s done, you run the gamut of emotions: angry, sad, desperate, drunk and disorderly. If you’re lucky, you’ve survived and gone on to a girl with bigger cans who can suck better than a Dyson. Or, if you’re a chick, you get a guy with a big Johnson who likes to watch Sex in the City, drink wine and cuddle.
Local H’s new album, 12 Angry Months, chronicles the emotions you feel post-breakup. Using their trademark wit and a unique ability to craft albums that are at once diverse, catchy, insightful and, most importantly, rockin’, Local H’s follow-up to 2004’s Whatever Happened to PJ Soles is destined to be the best album of 2008.
From ballads like The Summer of Boats, to slabs of heaviness like Taxi-Cabs, to the haunting, orchestral closer Hand to Mouth, the two-piece that is Local H has crafted an album that meets or exceeds their finest efforts. There are some clunkers, but overall this is a well-crafted, excellently produced album that’s sure to get minimal publicity but is definitely worth shelling out your hard-earned cash to pick up.
Here’s the song-by-song breakdown:
1. January: The One with ‘Kid’
“Where’s my Pretenders record? You know the one – the one with ‘Kid'”
This song opens acoustic with some piano and a steel guitar. But like a limp dicked porn star, don’t let it’s soft beginning fool you – this song rocks and ends with a flourish of screaming, maniacal drumming and just plain awesomeness. Lyrically, the song asks all the important post-breakup questions: Who gets our friends? Which bars are we allowed to hang out at? And, most importantly, give me back my fucking music. Bitch.
Rating: 4.5 out of 5
2. February: Michelle (Again)
“Everybody’s sad. Or everybody’s only acting sad when they hear about Michelle.”
Michelle (Again) is a short, catchy pop-punk song about the ex and about how we know we’ll find someone else. It’s fun, short and references some ex’s who appeared in other Local H songs, such as Rita.
Rating: 4 out of 5
3. March: BMW Man
“So you’re the boyfriend. Nice to meet you, is it Dustin? And did you say you are Republican? Can I get you another sloe gin fizz?”
Musically, this song is good, not great, but lyrically it’s pure genius. It’s about going to the bar and seeing your ex with their new boyfriend, who happens to be the polar opposite of you (and probably a lot richer than you) and drives a BMW. Yeah, in other words a big blur of jealous insecurity. But it’s also about realizing that the ex has found someone who loves his car more than the ex. So there’s a tinge of “In your face” in there, too.
Rating: 3.5 out of 5
4. April: White Belt Boys
“Yeah, hope you have a lonely life.”
Probably my least favorite song on the album. Bores the heck out of me, to be honest. Starts off with what sounds to my untrained ear like background music to a porno, then progresses to what I’m going to call 80s party rock shouts. Not inventive musically, but it may have clever lyrics if I actually could make it through the whole song to hear them. I guess it’s just not my cup of tea.
Rating: 1.5 out of 5
5. May: The Summer of Boats
“You’re allowed to change. You have permission to try. You’re moving off to Salt Lake. And no one will ask why. Moving off in June. Not a day too soon. It’s all just so perfectly strange.”
Luckily the album’s clunker is followed by the genius of the ballady The Summer of Boats. The steel guitar, piano and acoustic guitar return along with Scott Lucas’ crooning about the ex moving away. Electric guitars and vocal punch fill the middle of the song, as a builds to a marvelous crescendo. An emotionally charged masterpiece.
Rating: 4.5 out of 5
6. June: Taxi-Cabs
“The dark haired girls attack in threes. They cut your plays off at the knees. They meet you out at bars and draft you further from your home, your out alone, out of your depth, Satan laughed and Jesus wept.”
To my ears, songs just don’t get any better than this song about getting back into the dating scene. Rhythmic drumming, climbing guitars and shouts of “Yeah!” intersperse throughout the song before it really kicks into gear for a bone-crushing ending where drummer Brian St. Clair earns his keep. This song has it all – an impressive drumbeat, background violins and pianos, a repetitious guitar line that turns into a pure rock fury and a glass-breaking finish. I could listen to this song forever and never get bored.
Rating: 5 out of 5
July: 24-Hour Breakup Session
“It’s a 24 hour breakup session. Come on like an intervention.”
Another slab of grungy-punk aggression, 24-Hour Breakup Session isn’t particularly great, but it will stick in your head. It starts with a “Don’t Fear the Reaper” intro before turning to a simple, catchy, chordy romp.
Rating: 3.5 out of 5
August: Jesus Christ! Did you See the Size of That Sperm Whale?
“You’re not a junkie. You’re just a groupie. But only a groupie would ever want to love me.”
Quite possibly the greatest song title of the 21st century. This song reminds me of Bleach-era Nirvana that quickly turns into something with a syncopated beat from High-Pro Glo era Anthrax. Which means I love it.
Rating: 4.5 out of 5
September: Simple Pleas
“Baby just don’t lie to me. You know I thrive on jealousies.”
Another beautiful ballad that shows the range and incredible song-writing ability of this band. Seriously. Try to find another band that can range from rock, to grunge to punk to ballad as easily as these guys can. The song really kicks into gear at around the 2:30 mark, with Lucas’ heartfelt”I can’t let go!” vaguely reminiscent of Tom Petty. In a world of Nickelback faux ballads and forced anger, the raw emotion of this song is a breath of fresh air.
Rating: 4 out of 5
October: Machine Shed Wrestling
“You ain’t a lover. You’ll never change. I’d rather wrestle my machine.”
Another song I’m not real fond of. Possibly because, like White Belt Boys, it’s sort of monotonous. Local H is all about catchy choruses and constant riff changing. This song just doesn’t have those. And I hate the annoying beeping that happens at the end of the song. But it does pick up after about the 3:30 mark, earning it a 2.5 rating.
Verdict: 2.5 out of 5
November: Blur
“You know this year was the worst. I only thought it was fun at first.”
Seems like filler, but good filler. The song has a catchy little feel, doesn’t last too long (just over 2 and a half minutes) and seems like a good intro to the next song, the fabulously crafted Hand to Mouth.
Verdict: 3.5 out of 5
December: Hand to Mouth
“To find just one unbroken stare. A space in time to share. We’re going to stop these lies of ours. About a hundred million hours. You’ll know what really matters. You’ll know what really counts.”
An incredible ending to an incredible album. Reconciliation has come in the form of a Radioheadesque piece of layered, subdued, haunting beauty. I can’t quite explain it, but this song explains the insignificance of our existence in a way that’s rarely been expressed in this genre of music.
Verdict: 4.5 out of 5.
And that’s it. Twelve simple breakup songs. One incredible album.
Album verdict: 93 out of 100
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