BLESSURE GRAVE

This is not a review.

Blessure Grave is without a doubt one of my favorite listening obsessions for the last month (plus). Last.fm me. I was given the bleasure of an early preview to their upcoming release on __ ??__ records and this is what I think:

Pure sunny California goth punk sedation ballads.

Forget the recent exposure of other unnamed San Diego outfits, Blessure Grave blows them all out of the water. Sure, of course, I'm favorable towards BG's self-loathing interests... they're akin to mine. But who hasn't felt the crushing weight of the world? Face it - hopeful ambition kills. So succumb to the generational ennui that surrounds you and adopt the lyrics as your latest Diary entry. All together the songs lead lives of uninhibited desperation; melding together proprietary post-punk rhythms, cinematic goth chambers, along with a repetitive tempo pushing ahead of the beat and against a penetrating quixotic Boy/Girl tag team vocal foray. This is simply an excellent album that re-examines California Deathrock. However with less campy sci-fi horror and more melodic introspection conjuring up previously-buried painful memories. You're fucked.

I think Lean On Me is playing this week on Lifetime.

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Fuck it, here are my notes as I listened to each song:

STEPS -- An atmospheric visual score to your favorite (non-cheesy) horror flick. Unleashing lyrics that are a knife. With edges that are aged yet sharp. They will cut you. Deep.

90 Plus Days -- listens like a confessional, gradually realizing you're bobbing your head in agreement that you're not doing too well... too. The female backing vocal brings a certain amiable charm. A conducive empathetic charm.

Deep Sleeper -- Sexy tune. Like a sweaty drunk dude who haunts the young little ladies at a party. Someday he'll get his way with one, and you won't think anything of it -- because it was the best date rape she ever had. Sadly, he probably won't remember a thing.

Insecurity -- God, I fucking love how this song opens. I fucking love it builds up through tension timing // lyrics are simple, repetitive, intimate, relatable. Fuck it, I even fucking love the sad "O's". Damn straight Nothing Goes Right. Your life sucks. And keep it like that way, because it is just fucking perfect.

Watching -- Is calling in the romance of Goth. Visions of girls dressed in vintage lace (black) dresses twirling amongst a foggy grave yard comes to mind. And maybe, mayyyyyyyyyybe, a little blood / dagger action. Maybe.

17 Years of Hell -- This song rules. Why? Because writing songs about being 17 and hating life rules. Put that to a slightly space/goth beat, add some reverb and adjust the angst. RULES. (((((Partisans cover)))))

When I Die -- This song is a little hard to listen to. At first, you're like "why end with this song?" But the echo, man. The echo - will draw you in and give you a nice tour of what's going on. The song stumbles, tumbles over itself. The beat is ahead of itself. Tormenting. Sad. Then you find yourself caught up -- and remembering a buried pain. Shit. Thanks a lot.....

• Knows a natural rhythm
• nice pace
• catchy
• pleasuring sense of voyeurism and/or vicariousness

--ALL IN ALL, LEARN THE LYRICS BY HEART. GET DRUNK WITH YOUR FRIENDS. AND SCREAM ALONG WITH THE MUSIC BETWEEN SOBS AT YOUR NEXT DISAPPOINTING BIRTHDAY PARTY / BREAKUP / FAMILY GET TOGETHER--