#2229 PUP - The Dream is Over

Reviewed late 11/18

somewhere along the wayindie's arch self-awareness smashed into emo's earnest self-assessment and (pop) punk's fuckit-lets-get-fucked-up disregard, and the sparks were a pained-at-my-coping-but-using-my-coping-to-cope scene.

AND God what a glorious convergence, as all the weaknesses of those three scenes cancelled eachother out in a glorious collision of riffs and feelings and FUCKFEELINGS.

FIDLAR's patient zero, maybe from some thread of Wavves, spreading to Car Seat Headrest and now to PUP, who wheels and whines and rages and collapses and asks you to drink and thrash and regret it and drink and thrash and get hurt and not care and not care and regret it and doubt yourself and drink and doubt yourself and drink and drink and drink and try to scrap together why it went wrong and drink and try to scrap together why it all went wrong and finally, sing along.

riding that Weezer-via-Japandroids wave to the skies on the back of ragged collapse, falling apart musically and emotionally, and soaring past itself and looking back with disgust, and whipping a head around into the wind from an open car window and shouting into cold.

the kids are figuring our younger and younger that there's no easy answer, and the rest of us, slow to pick it up, and deeper entrenched, find hope in that, and hold on tight, and slam our heads against headrests 4/5