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8.7

Bored Nothing
Bored Nothing

Just trying to get through these paragraphs without saying this record is "glowing". Equally difficult is resisting the urge to magically transport yourself to a mirage summer existence as this plays through. Filthy kiddy wading pool, aluminium ale in hand, buying up all the skin cancer stocks you can. Pure bliss.

But, much like Pop Singles' All Gone LP (the current/2012 benchmark of this Clattery Afterglow sub-genre), underneath Fergus "Bored Nothing" Miller's summertime #chillmate expressionism there's a darker, snarling personality. Evaporating self-esteem, crumbling marriages and the realisation that you "fucked up ya life, mate". Well, at least we think they're the topics discussed, as Miller's vocals often get a little lost amidst the musical accompaniments, choosing to sink deep into the mix rather than make any form of commanding statement. Nothing wrong with that at all, especially when it all moulds together so perfectly into a fuzzy (somewhat, glowing) warmth. That said, the album also might have benefited slightly from letting the lyrics dominate a bit more. As when they do, such as with the salty-eye-inducing ballad Charlie's Creek, you discover there's a lot more substance to his songs than simply their fondness for snuggling up to the seasonally warmer months.

Substance. Not that kind mate, although there is an unmistakable haze over all this. Perfectly synced with the PR back-story of Bored Nothing's genesis as the alter-ego of a neo-hippy, free-spirit. A country-tripping troubadour, paying his rent at half-way houses and day beds with homemade cassettes and slices of pop brilliance. But, let's not get lost in that. Let's instead focus on that Bi-Polar Blend, where Millzy divides his timesheets between sincere tenderness and face-spitting power punk. More importantly, unlike others pigeon-holed in this jangly, sun-chasing, dole-collecting pocket, the combination of these two personalities feels completely natural and void of any "we need a slow one to balance it out" record label injection. And while the disposable, four-track, lo-fi catchiness will entice you in, it's these quieter gin-n-roofie moments, introvert snapshots and lonesome ballads that'll make sure you repeatedly return.

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nubeanprime

the usual limp-dicked indie mush to get a good review on this website

5 years ago

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