The Explosion
The Explosion EP
[Jade Tree]
Rating: 0.5
The Explosion's first year together was difficult. All of the members had
to juggle chores at home while practicing their act in an converted loft
space for half an hour in the late morning, and shopping for vintage jeans
for at least three hours each afternoon.
Matt is the Explosion's vocalist. He loves horseback riding, parasailing,
and Courtney Cox. He's been known to give the sound guy wedgies and perform
all sorts of other crazy boy-antics! It's no wonder so many of the Explosion's
fans have taken Matt into their hearts.
The Explosion's bassist, Damian, looks for a girl who is pierced, yet honest.
Like the others, Damian, is single due to his "explosive" career. The first
thing he notices about a girl is the reflection of her sweet smile ricocheting
off her steel-toed boots.
Dave dislikes kalamata olives, R&B; music, guitar practice, and waiting to
ride his favorite Six Flags rollercoaster. He wanted to write a song about this,
but the band's mantra, "We don't give a fuck," was incompatible with Dave's
undeniable fuck-giving regarding long lines at the theme park.
Sam plays guitar and has an older sister who is not related to punk-rock or
Jade Tree in any way. Weird. Sam enjoys Vanilla Chai Teas from the Starbuck's
on Newbury Street in Boston-- it infuses him with that raw punk energy.
Drummer Dan is the avid record collector of the group. He owns CDs by the
Clash, Buzzcocks, Sex Pistols, and Green Day. Dan swears his grandmother gave
him that Soul Asylum disc for Christmas.
Dear Pitchfork,
I have a request. From this point on, I would like to review only boy-bands.
While in the past, I have written about singer/songwriters and girl groups, I
think it's clear that my heart has been elsewhere. The boys got it! My heart
is locked in the tender tension created between bad-boys and sensitive shy-boys
(well, shy off the dance floor!). These boys work "n'sync" with each other
to invoke a certain magic that bands who may happen to made of boys, yet stubbornly
evade the boy-band dogma, could never incant.
Right now, I'm listening to the Explosion's self-titled EP. The Explosion
are Jade Tree's latest boy-band, and the puffery created by their PR firm
really has me going! Who needs inspiring music when the Explosion provide the
hip smoke-and-mirrors of battle-of-the-band-caliber boys in tight, dirty-denim,
swiping the catalogs of the Clash and Sex Pistols?
Their stupid name reassures by picking up with the "'The' + a violent verb"
band-naming formula that was more timely when put to use by the Clash and
the Fall. The font on the album's cover lets the Buzzcocks linger a little
too long, and the extreme-contrast band photo whispers "The Clash's first LP"
softly in your ear. However, the only sweet nothings Matt is whispering are
goofy punk clichés like, "In your face is where we'll be/ Don't try to cross
the line/ 'Cause you can't fuck with me/ We don't give a fuck." Neither do
I, asshole! The Explosion break new ground for terrible boy-bands. I'm a
hopeless boy-band fanatic, and I can't even care.
The "Fucking" Explosion, as they were hyped when they played a nauseating
Jade Tree showcase featuring big-brother-boy-band the Promise Ring, continue
to sing about not giving a fuck in the riveting song, "Channels:" "High on
hopes/ Down on luck/ I've struck out/ I don't give a fuck."
If these guys were on Fat Wreck Chords like they should be, they'd get panned,
but Jade Tree-hugging drones totally give a fuck, and hype the band as
a revival of punk rebellion. For example, Splendid E-Zine describes
the Explosion as "undescribable." The writer embarrassingly admits that they
gave him "not only exactly what I've been looking for, but also what I
oh-so-desperately needed." The idea of some guy getting aroused over
skinny Boston rats singing about not giving a fuck over sloppy, fast riffs
and punk chords makes me feel dirty. And the fact that most kids who buy
this album have never heard Television's Marquee Moon makes me feel
even worse.
These bad boys are more than just Boston's "other boy-band"-- they're hurting
children and reaching new lows in a genre that has potential. The Explosion
aren't good a good boy-band, they aren't a good punk band, and they certainly
don't constitute a "fuckin' explosion."
For the boys,
Kristin Sage
-Kristin Sage Rockermann