10 Songs, 41 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

Lurking amongst the more genteel indie-rockers of the day (Decemberists, Bon Iver, etc.), are a handful of bands that not only refuse to give up the punk-rock ghost but are beating its spirit with a beastly fury. Philadelphia’s Pissed Jeans, moving to the revered Sub Pop label for their second release, Hope For Men, are not for the faint of heart. The sounds here are reserved for those who like guitars caked with sludge and grime, who like a voice yowling with complete abandon and bile, and who appreciate a layer of grit between the swooping guitar melodies (yep, melodies) and the assault of head-cracking snares and floor toms. You can hear the roar of bands from punk days past like Jesus Lizard, Bad Brains and Black Flag, and just as some of those groups spit out darkly humorous lyrics, these boys from PA are raging against the ... um, the addiction of scrap booking ... and, uh, the need for a good hit of ice cream. Whether you find them irritatingly contradictory or brilliantly earnest as far as their lyrics go, it’s hard to get around the fact that the music ... well, to use an old-school term, shreds. And snickering while you shred ain’t a bad way to spend an afternoon.

EDITORS’ NOTES

Lurking amongst the more genteel indie-rockers of the day (Decemberists, Bon Iver, etc.), are a handful of bands that not only refuse to give up the punk-rock ghost but are beating its spirit with a beastly fury. Philadelphia’s Pissed Jeans, moving to the revered Sub Pop label for their second release, Hope For Men, are not for the faint of heart. The sounds here are reserved for those who like guitars caked with sludge and grime, who like a voice yowling with complete abandon and bile, and who appreciate a layer of grit between the swooping guitar melodies (yep, melodies) and the assault of head-cracking snares and floor toms. You can hear the roar of bands from punk days past like Jesus Lizard, Bad Brains and Black Flag, and just as some of those groups spit out darkly humorous lyrics, these boys from PA are raging against the ... um, the addiction of scrap booking ... and, uh, the need for a good hit of ice cream. Whether you find them irritatingly contradictory or brilliantly earnest as far as their lyrics go, it’s hard to get around the fact that the music ... well, to use an old-school term, shreds. And snickering while you shred ain’t a bad way to spend an afternoon.

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Ratings and Reviews

4.3 out of 5
18 Ratings

18 Ratings

die steppenwolf ,

hope hides in ugly places

if you heard their first full length Shallow, you know what these guys are capable of. yet while that record was pretty much pure distortion faith, two chord slop and squealing feedback, the Jeans have (shockingly) matured a little. the music still steeped in fear, self-hate, paranoia and a weird sense of foreboding, but they lay off the fuzz at least a little. don't get me wrong, there's still walls of noisy guitars but hell, "Scrapbooking" with it's centering around the piano is probably the closest to a ballad as they're ever going to get. I could have been disappointed with the slight branching out, but as a whole it completely works. everybody compares them to the Jesus Lizard, mark my words some day they're going to be better.

suicidewatch ,

best Jesus Lizard cover band ever

ah, the return of Noise Rock. Jesus Lizard fans will be stoked. listen to I've Still Got You (ice cream), if it doesn't strike your fancy then Pissed Jeans is probably not for you. it's good to see that Sub Pop is putting out a band that reminds me of the good ole' days. rock on young men.

Lance Hunter ,

Rough Hope

This album is my new litmus test to see if anyone can quality for the label 'hardcore'. It's about as ugly as music can get, and every second of it is fascinating. When you listen to Hope for Men, you realize that something has been missing from so much of the music you hear, and what's been missing is right here.

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