Tom Daily
Tragedy of Fanbelts
[Double Zero]
Rating: 6.4
Jesus Christ, I'm rusty. It's been months since I've written a review and
I've got to wonder if I still can. It's like the time that I borrowed my
buddy's Chopper and rode it for a while, becoming the master of popped-
wheelies before returning it to him. After a few months, he got sick of
it and sold the bike to me. I popped my first glorious wheelie on this
new, wonderful bike-- a shining, glorious wheelie-- as I sped around the
turn of Forge Lane and Concord Avenue.
The wind blew through my hair, my balance was godlike, and I knew I'd
achieved greatness in puberty. Then the bike popped out from under my
large ass and I came crashing down at terminal velocity. The new bike
bounced and bounded away from me, its shiny parts clattering and scraping
against the merciless pavement. Likewise, my aforementioned ass made more
of a sandpaper noise as it ground into the pavement, a noise that was
quickly drowned out under the malicious laughter of my friends.
The Chopper was battered and bruised, never to be the same again. And though
my climactic moment of triumph had succumbed to monumental failure, I did
have that one fleeting moment of glory to cling to. The funniest thing I
remember about it was the silence-- the pure, featherweight silence-- before
the horrendous collapse.
Tom Daily's Tragedy of Fanbelts strikes a chord that brings that
adolescent failure to mind. It speaks to moments filled with hope and
possibility the second before that potential greatness is reduced to shame
and disgrace. It bears regrets from the vapor of fond memories.
It's not surprising that Tom crafts softly urgent pop- punk ballads that ring
true-- he's an alumni of the Smoking Popes and Not Rebecca, two bands that
are notable for a "more emo than emo" ethic. But Tom isn't what I'd call emo,
exactly. His fragile, aluminum voice is framed by alternately delicate and
distorted guitar picking, accompanied by the drums of Mike Felumlee and
guitars of Eli Caterer, both Popes alumnae as well. But wait a minute-- am
I telling you that Daily's band is comprised of three ex- members of the
Smoking Popes? Well, yes and no. Tragedy of Fanbelts is clearly Tom's
show, and Eli and Mike are just two of the six guest musicians that play.
Tragedy of Fanbelts doesn't crash and burn like my fat pubescent
ass on a speeding chopper-- in fact, the album is held tightly together and
benefits by the many like- minded hands involved. But it has one weakness:
its running time. At a mere 20 minutes, it will leave Popes fans hungry for
something more substantial. Yet, for those brief 20 minutes, the whirring
of spokes and the echo of the Popes can almost be heard, and that's a glorious,
if not silent, thing.
-James P. Wisdom