Mt. St. Helens
On Time, Always
[Arborvitae]
Rating: 6.7
Being a native of the scenic Pacific Northwest, I'm quite familiar with the lore of the epic
demise of Mt. St. Helens. In a sudden tremendous blast, half of an enormous mountain was
transformed into a blanket of ash, slowly creeping down through the air to rest on beautiful
Oregon countryside for miles around. It was a harrowing experience for the residents of the
normally placid and peaceful territory; one that proved fatal for the few whose sentimental
attachment to the land caused them to refuse to heed the advice of the experts and evacuate
quickly. A single monumental explosion forced millions to reevaluate their feelings of
invulnerability to the forces of nature in the safe haven of Oregon. Tears were shed. Museums
were erected. Commemorative packets of ash were marketed.
This is quite a fierce moniker for four scrappy kids from Illinois to live up to. In the
venerable tradition of hardcore bands who amass a following while still practically bringing
home finger-painting projects to their parents, two of the members of Mt. St. Helens have yet
to finish high school. But fear not, for the lunch ladies at Geneva High have apparently loaded
the pigs-in-a-blanket with enough angst tonic to fuel a spirited, mature sonic assault. On
Time, Always endeavors to carry the punk rock torch that was left smoldering on the ground
when important bands like Gauge and Friction dissolved or disappeared from view. In keeping
with their name, Mt. St. Helens craft convincing, explosive guitar-driven rock that only gets
better with increased volume.
Perhaps the Mt. St. Helens sound is so rich and developed because much of On Time, Always
is formed from the oft-used Fugazi mold. Perhaps it's because they're so clever, as evidenced
by the decision to name their album On Time, Always and one of their songs "Always On
Time." Most likely, Mt. St. Helens are standing on the shoulders of giants in their formative
years while honing their own sound. They certainly have much distance yet to travel on the
maturity caravan, proven by the brilliantly adult naming of the Quicktime video included on the
disc: "Quinn Smells Funny."
Thankfully, the music contained in On Time, Always does not exemplify this sophomoric
sense of humor which delights in such high-brow sources of humor as a shot of a sign for
"Woodcock Township." The word of the day for Mt. St. Helens is "potential," because if they
continue to progress in the direction shown on this record, they may eventually stand as tall
as their musical precursors. On Time, Always demonstrates an already highly-developed
songwriting proficiency, as well as the ability to rock the Casbah post-haste. It falls victim
to brevity, at a mere seven songs in length, though, as well as a spot of incongruous tragic
rock star posing in the 8mm video. Mt. St. Helens can now choose to be the glorious explosion
that seizes the listener's attention or the harmless ash that glides uninspiringly to the ground.
-Taylor M. Clark