February 25, 2014

LP: Tacocat - NVM

Surfin' the crimson wave sucks but Tacocat makes it fun.

Like most girls, I have a seriously embarrassing period story. While waterskiing one afternoon at sleepaway camp in the seventh grade, I realized my white Soffee shorts were completely soaked with blood. I was able to cover up the mess with sweatpants but needless to say, there was no way I was going in the water. My face burned up every time someone asked why I wasn't joining in on the water sports. Looking back, I wish I had Tacocat's "Crimson Wave" on a mix CD so I could have blasted it on my Discman to get through that horrifying day. Incase you aren't familiar with Seattle's only palindrome-titled band, Tacocat is comprised of Emily, Bree, Eric, and Lelah. They make spunky, fast tunes about cat magazines, muffin tops, and UTIs that are impossible not to dance to.

NVM is a sort of debut for Tacocat (it's their first release on Hardly Art), but the foursome has been around for a mean minute. On their bandcamp, you can find a smattering of songs and albums that were released over the last few years. All of them possess a lovable yet wild catchiness and NVM follows in a similar vein. The songs on the album are tighter and stronger than earlier releases, but still allow Tacocat to totally cut loose in unexpected ways. Like "Psychedelic QuinceaƱera", which doles out the heavy surf rock but with the addition of a cacophony of horns. It's easy to call out the nineties influence on the album – NVM is rife with references to the past decade, like "Stereogram" being about the popular psychedelic posters of 1994 and even "Crimson Wave" was a term once made famous by Cher Horowitz. But there's something about Tacocat's music that makes it very specific to being a twenty-something girl in 2014. NVM feels like the one of the only albums I've heard that describes all of the shitty emotions I'm going through, like dealing with my period, suffering through less-than-sweet jobs, and being nostalgic for an easier time. "Hey Girl" calls out annoying cat-callers over a steep bass line and "F.U. #8" is the best song about hating public transportation.  Even the tongue-in-cheek "This is Anarchy" is pretty real and also reminds me of my days as a NOFX fan in sixth grade. After reading a million think pieces about the laziness or whatever of millenials, it's refreshing to hear a band within my age group offer some truth to the lives of ladies in their twenties. This time might be shitty for all of us, but Tacocat is here to make it fun as fuck.

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Written by Emily Thompson