Ashley Stove
New Scars
[Merge]
Rating: 5.8
bland adj. 1. devoid of any distinctive or stimulating characteristics;
uninteresting; dull bland food 2. gentle and agreeable; suave. 3. (of
the weather) mild and soothing. 4. unemotional or unmoved: a bland
account of atrocities.
adequate adj. 1. able to fulfill a need or requirement without being
outstanding, abundant, etc.
Blandly adequate records suck. You can't praise them as harbingers of some
Grand New Movement. You can't rail them as you would with the U.S.
government's involvement with the Honduran death squads or a plate of moldy
cheese. You can't tell all your friends about a thoroughly middling
record you heard. There's no joy in taking a bland record and jamming it
up your butt and laughing at how the funny noises that ensue are better than
the recorded product.
The 12 songs on Ashley Stove's New Scars chug along in perfectly
appropriate glee. Guitarists Matt Brown and Ben Barwick craft medium- weight
guitar lines that shimmy by each other along the rhythm section. All band
members share singing duties here and all of them are masters of earnest,
yet unambitious lyrics. The production is suitably boomy and the drums
have a nice, vaguely Who-ish thump to them.
But I had very little fun reviewing Ashley Stove's Merge debut, which isn't
to say it's a bad record. In fact, given the current state of pop-rock
malaise, it's in many ways a pretty decent effort. Were this 1994, this
record might have sat quite comfortably beside my Superchunk and Archers of
Loaf records. But this praise is precisely the problem. Had the band come
off less as a Built to be Guided by Super-Pavement and more its own
creation, it might have stayed a bit closer to the old hi-fi.
-Samir Khan