Julie Doiron
Will You Still Love Me EP
[Tree]
Rating: 6.8
So I guess it's Autumn at this point. Gone are the carefree days of
summer with their summeriness-- pick-up volleyball games and sunburns
and screaming kids and stinging insects and whatnot. Days are getting
shorter, college kids are honing their testbook theft schemes, and
miller moths are beginning to invade. All around the world, squirrels
and chipmunks are frittering away the last autumn ever, gathering nuts
and nesting material to sustain them past New Millennium's Eve and
through the Eternal Winter which will soon descend upon us all.
If you're anything like me, Autumn is the time when your will to rock
begins to ebb, just a little bit. It's a time to wax all introspective
and shit-- to watch some leaves falling and to think about your own
mortality. The weeds grow in your bay laurel's pot, the world refuses
to behave in the clean and orderly fashion described by mathematics, and
the universe's possibly inevitable heat- death descend upon us. Autumn
is the sad, slowish song that makes all the punks quit moshing for a
second and lean against each other, panting and sweaty and just a little
bit wistful.
It's a good time for Julie Doiron's latest EP. I mean, if it were still
summer and somebody put on Will You Still Love Me?, well, that would
pretty much be the end of the barbecue, wouldn't it? You'd grab your
beer and your corn- on- the- cob and wander off down the block, looking
for some more rockin' company. But now there's a chill in the air, and
we're sitting out on the front stoop, and we're willing to tolerate-- hell,
even welcome-- a little bit of sparse acoustic songstress action while we
polish off the keg in relative silence and watch the grill smoke itself out.
So. Will You Still Love Me? is five songs, mostly guitar with some
scattered vibes and bass. Julie Doiron sings the songs, and her voice
is pretty even if you have to strain to catch what she's saying. I caught
enough to be sure that the lyrics weren't nearly as self- indulgent as I'd
been afraid they would be. The songs are short, and if you're not paying
attention you might not be able to tell when one stops and the next starts,
but they're very pretty.
Of course, some albums really do have limited utility. This one's great
for a night in with the cat (or the dog or the hermit crabs or whatever).
But eventually your Autumnal mood will fade, your will to rock will return,
and you may not come back to Julie Doiron until next year. If there is a
next year.
-Zach Hooker