June 10, 2014

EP: Toby Celery - Haha yeah

Toby Celery might get stuck between your teeth,
but I wouldn't be scrounging around for toothpicks.

Celery: it’s stringy, it’s got crunch, and sometimes it gets stuck between your two front teeth and you have to humiliate yourself as you pick it out in front of everyone. But there’s something I've learned during my time on this planet  – regardless of the nitty gritty bits, celery is a scientific miracle for your belly (by scientific, I mean it comes from the Earth, and it’s 95% water, and that’s about it for my celery factoids). So when Toby Celery described herself as “just a piece of celery,” I already knew what my insides had coming.

Haha yeah is five tracks in length and sounds like a coherent replay of every thought that’s rippled through my brain in the past few weeks. I’m currently on my mid-year break at university and I've been living out the exact same day, over and over, for weeks: I wake up late, I watch reruns on TV, I slump to my computer and apply for any places that are looking to hire incompetent teenagers, and I stay up late every night bawling over the fact that I can’t even pay for cheap wine to cope with unemployment. It feels like I’m living Groundhog Day, but I’m not Bill Murray, and there are no groundhogs; I’m just a teenager lying on the floor of her bedroom with her laptop balanced on her chest, constantly refreshing her Facebook feed and unfairly complaining about everyone else her age all over the Internet. So when Haha yeah opened with a track entitled ‘stop talking about the internet,’ I felt like Toby Celery understood me on a whole other level: “Sifting through junk emails / and real ones too, I guess / I wish I could empty my thoughts like the trash bin on my laptop.” The best part is the ghostly quality of Toby Celery’s tones that make my discontent sound much smoother than it actually is; much better than the jumbled groans that seep into my pillow over having nothing to do with my life every night at 2 a.m. Toby Celery makes my choked-out inner monologue sound like an ethereal dream, swayed by quiet guitars and accompanied by haunting harmonies. All in all though, regardless of whether you’re also experiencing your own quarter life crisis, don’t feel out of the loop – you still have a Bj√∂rk and a Waxahatchee cover to look forward to. Toby Celery, like real celery, will heal the insides of everyone.


Listen to Toby Celery on bandcamp.

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.