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Tired Of Tomorrow

13th May 2016 – Relapse Records

01. Fever Queen
02. The Dead Are Dumb
03. Vertigo Flowers
04. A.C.D(Abcessive Compulsive Disorder)
05. Nineteen Ninety Heaven
06. Curse Of The Sun
07. Eaten By Worms
08. Everyone Is Happy
09. Our Plague
10. Tired Of Tomorrow

Straddling genres is all the rage these days. With markets becoming ever more saturated bands are having to go the extra mile to stand out alongside their contemporaries. Such is the case for Philadelphia’s Nothing, whose melting pot of shoegaze, grunge and hardcore is something really exciting. Tired Of Tomorrow is the band’s second full length and what an evolution it is; the culmination of two years of tough life experiences, its youthful maturity is introspective and relevant to almost everyone.

An explosion of frenetic drumming sparks opener ”Fever Queen” into life with before settling into melancholic shoegaze, complete with singer Domenic Palmero’s subdued delivery. There is a brightness to it, ushered in by waves of reverbed guitars and stumbling basslines that sweep the track along with in a wistful manner. Follow-up “The Dead Are Dumb” is decidedly more classic in its approach however;  an 80s vibe and a cautious, breathless Palmero, prominent once more with his shimmering vocal discordance.

Tired Of Tomorrow‘s shoegazey textures really shine, but the record is not without its heavier sections. “ACD (Absessive Compulsive Disorder)” is a perfect example, bringing to credence the dark subject matter of the song: an introspective view of a man coming to terms with his own shortcomings, echoed by the heavy strumming and a grungy crunch. It’s immediately contrasted by the dreamlike “Nineteen Ninety Heaven“, where a subtle sense of triumph is mirrored in the lyrical themes and the gentle guitar strums that feel like a wave of relief after the chaos of what has come before.

One of the faster tracks on the album, ”Curse Of The Sun” throws in some punk elements along with swirling leads and breathless vocals, cut through by heavy riffing rhythms and bombastic drum sections. It instantly familiar to the ears but decidedly fresh at the same time, and the motif folds into the Smashing Pumpkins-esque “Eaten By Worms“; the chugging guitars and slow tempo completely mollifying to the senses.

The album slows down as it draws to its inevitable conclusion, with the title track marking the end of the line for what has been an impressive journey. “Tired Of Tomorrow” brings the tribulations of a band going through hell and all of the forlorness that comes with that. The track’s lamenting piano is underpinned by a wave of mournful strings and an almost perfect vocal performance. The record, viewed in its entirety, reflects life; it has its highs and lows, and this final track is the perfect culmination of the experience. A few seconds after the last notes ring out, a final phrase – “this is is what God is” – is spoken from the silence. Perfect.

Tired Of Tomorrow is the agonising culmination of heartbreak, perseverance and the gradual wearing down of the human spirit and the retort that things could get better tomorrow; an antithesis to bygone clichés written by those with enough maturity and experience to make such a statement whilst still retaining enough youthful energy to breathe some life into what could have otherwise become a pretty miserable listening experience.

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