April 22, 2014

EP: Cyberbully Mom Club - Milo the Dog Sees Color

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Cyberbully Mom Club is giving us a lot of feels.

Cyberbully Mom Club consists of one member: Shari Heck, a sad girl from Philly with an acoustic guitar, a cheap microphone, and a brain that leaks out the seven sulky songs on her debut EP, Milo the Dog Sees Color. This release is the embodiment of every feeling I've had when I’m lying on the floor of my bedroom with my arms latched around my dog weeping into her fur over something mean someone said to me on the Internet.

Milo the Dog Sees Color can easily be placed into that huge slice of Bandcamp that’s made up of girls with acoustic guitars, quivering voices, and that singular box of tissues they share amongst themselves; from older Frankie Cosmos releases right back to the entirety of free cake for every creature’s page. But Shari has peeled back her skin even further, right back to the bone even, with this debut. Never have I felt more enveloped in a song than when you can hear the sound of Shari’s mouse clicking at the end of the third track "johnny". It’s the epitome of lo-fi: you’re tip-toeing past her bedroom and sneaked a peak through the crack in the door, and she’s right there before you, crouched around her computer with a guitar on her lap.

When it comes down to it, the post that holds up this blanket fort of an EP all comes down to the relatable nature that flows right through it. Shari’s letting out lines like: “if I had a billion dollars / I would roam the road for hours / looking for the words to say / the ones I should have said that day” and you’ll be doubling back to check she didn’t rip a page out of your own journal. She’s beating at her guitar so hard she begins to raise her voice to compete with what almost sounds like each guitar string echoing off one another, and there’s so much emotion vibrating out of everything that’s going on that the mic is struggling to pick it all up. These songs do more than tug at your heart strings; they rip those strings right out and tie them around your gut so tight you upchuck every feeling you’ve ever swallowed – but don’t fret – Cyberbully Mom Club’s right here to hand you that singular box of sad girl tissues with a small smile of sympathy.

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Listen to Cyberbully Mom Club on bandcamp.

THIS STAFF POST WAS CONTRIBUTED BY:
Madalyn Trewin, a scrawny Australian teenager, who is feeding her obsession with dogs, David Lynch and Daniel Johnston twenty-four hours a day. If not that, she's writing about things she likes and saturating her friends in glitter so she can take photos of them to post onto her blog.