July 11, 2016

EP: Post Pink - I Believe You, OK

Baltimore’s Post Pink will startle you awake before knocking you out again.

The first time I listened to Post Pink's I Believe You, OK, I was running on nothing. I’d just gotten out from the backseat of my friend’s car after an exhausting eight hour drive across the edge of Australia. We’d left Melbourne at eleven at night and arrived home when the sun was creaking up. I felt dried up, used up, and completely raw. By the time I got through the front door back home, I didn’t have much left in me. So I spread myself out across the carpet, turned my heater around to blow me in the face, and pressed play on the EP. This turned out to be just the right strike. I Believe You, OK is a record fried and energized; it kept me up and running for a solid twenty minutes before eventually knocking me out. 

Post Pink is a four-piece straight out of Baltimore, Maryland. I Believe You, OK, their latest record courtesy of Sister Polygon Records, is confident and assertive – a constant kind of punk that refuses to slow down. Bounding straight ahead, vocalist Angela Swiecicki kicks things off right from the start. Proving her drive, she repeats lines over and over, boiling with raw energy: “Don’t push me, push me / off of my pedestal / you put me, put me / too high to fall”. Songs like "High" throw us straight into the deep end right from the outset; proving what Post Pink has in them in under two minutes. This touch drills down to the bone – the sound of it gets up and goes from this first track, right on through to their closing title "(S)hit", a final demand to turn every head back around: “Hey baby, baby / what can I do / what can I do to get inside of you / … / come on, baby / won’t you look at me?”. With nervy guitars, a quick beat, and arduous moans filling every second in-between, this record did more than get me up and going. With hot air blasting straight into my skin cells, rough carpet against my cheeks, and nothing but a few hours of sleep holding me up, I Believe You, OK left me wide-eyed and blood-shot. Thanks to Post Pink for startling me awake before knocking me out again. It was just the hit I needed.

Listen to Post Pink on bandcamp.

Madalyn Trewin, a scrawny Australian with way too much time on her hands, endlessly staring up at the sky. She likes to pull words out of the air and put them back together as well as she can. So, most of the time, she’s pretending she’s a poet all over her blog