June 25, 2014

LP: Street Eaters - Blood::Muscles::Bones

Feel the tension on Street Eaters' new album.

Most days I think about the scary questions like what the fuck I'm doing with my life and whether I'm succeeding at anything and if I should actively try to "be something." Even though I love going for long bike rides and reading zines and writing about everything, sometimes I wonder if I'm somehow slacking, and I don't know how to get over that kind of anxiety. I feel like I have so much to say, but I want to make sure I say it the right way, and sometimes I end up not saying anything at all. Street Eaters channel similar anxiety into dark post-­punk, which is perfect for weird moods.

Street Eaters hail from Berkley, and there's just two of them, which surprised me at first, because it sounds like there's four or five of them. Megan March plays drums and John No plays guitar and they both sing, and I can't help but imagine that they recorded Blood::Muscles::Bones in the middle of the night, because the album seems to embody a sort of tension that's unique to those odd hours when thinking and staying busy feels better than sleeping. They cram a million different thoughts into just ten songs – wanting to hide from time as it rushes past, coming to terms with a shifting sense of identity, feeling caught in a culture where so many people seem hell­bent on competing and advancing, figuring out how to speak up. The opening lyrics of "Blood::Muscles::Bones" remind me of countless nights I've spent hopelessly reconsidering regrets and wondering about what might be possible, "Alone in my room at night, I'm lying in my bed/My ears keep ringing to the music in my head". "West" reminds me of how easy it can be to lose track of who you are, "In the West, we follow the rest." I get bummed out pretty easily, and I hate making decisions, but when I listen to Street Eaters, I feel like it's okay to figure out ambivalence loudly.

Caroline Rayner, who likes getting tattoos and cutting up old magazines and driving long distances and baking cookies. She also writes things for Tiny Mix Tapes and, when she remembers, her blog.