Push Kings
Far Places
[Sealed Fate]
Rating: 6.8
I bet you went to college. I'm pretty sure you did. Of course, it's
possible you didn't-- maybe you're too young or too smart to have gone
to college, but I think most of you Pitchfork People are college kids.
Maybe you're still there, even now, sitting in the computer lab not
writing your midterm paper for Women in Avant Garde Cinema or
Mathematical Modes of Thought or Violence as Social Catalyst or
whatever. You'll get to it, I know. I know how it is.
See, I went to college too, and chances are that you and I have a fair
amount in common. Sure, there's general stuff like all- nighters and
ramen and binge drinking-- everybody does that stuff. I'll bet we have
more specific things than that in common, though. Things like not being
able to eat in the cafeteria unless the sandwich bar is open, or a crush
on the pizza delivery girl, or an insatiable hunger for pickled ginger/
Cornnuts/ Cinnamon Life, or a "From Chicago's Finest Forges" Big Black
t-shirt, or a crush on the inter- library loan girl, or a fondness for
Japanese snack foods, or a crush on the juice- cart girl. Perhaps we
share a penchant for list- making and run- on sentences. One thing's
for sure, though: you know Emily.
Sure, Emily. Or Jessica or Heather or Brian or whatever, but for our
purposes here: Emily. Lives up on the third floor. Purple hair usually
in pigtails, prefers to locomote by roller skates, never has room in her
bag for schoolbooks on account of all the candy. She's super nice but
you worry what your friends would think. I mean, she's never even heard
of Big Black. Or Revolting Cocks or the Warlock Pinchers. Nope, she
loves the Jackson Five, Culture Club and Wham! Naturally, she also loves
the Push Kings.
Now, look, you're a serious person, I know. Between the latest June of
'44 EP, the raging debate over Edward Said's childhood and the Ingmar
Bergman marathon at the Student Union this weekend, there's not a lot
of time in your schedule for the Push Kings and their blend of '80s
nostalgia, glossy guitar pop and Motown references. Not to mention
those lyrics: vapid, saccharine, goofy.
But here's the thing of it: you and I both know that at one time,
your favorite album was Seven and the Ragged Tiger. You have no
indie cred. And you'll be surprised at how much you like Far Places.
It may not keep you interested for too long, but it's pretty catchy.
"Lonely Times" choogles along like a frieght train built by Paul McCartney
and conducted by Elvis Costello. "The Girl Who Only Loves Candy" is like
Erasure versus the Replacements (and believe it or not that's a good thing).
I guarantee that you'll listen to "Sunday on the West Side" at least three
times in a row, just for the chorus. You may even find yourself wishing
that Steve Albini used synthesized hand- claps a little more often.
Look, Fall's almost over. Run up to the third floor, grab Emily, her
roller skates and her Push Kings, and go outside for Chrissakes. You
can rent "Persona" next week.
-Zach Hooker