Here Comes Washer by Washer

New York duo Washer make their debut full-length with Here Comes Washer. With only two of them, they are focused on going a long way with a little, meaning that each element of each track is tightly in place and used for as long as it has value. Sharp garage-ish punk that slips from quiet-and-creepy to loud-and-poppy. LP release on Exploding In Sound.

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Here Comes Washer by Washer
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8/10 Robin 08 March 2016

“This sounds interesting”, Clint exclaims, for he’ll forever be pulling a chair up in order to listen to the latest band with a sad grungy riff and a voice full of whinge. Or: that’s me. I like that. ‘Here Comes Washer’, by the steadily approaching band Washer -- here they are, right now, can you see them get out of that car, they’re making their way to us, think of something cool to say please -- is both low-key and lo-fi, shifting its garage rock gears unthinkingly, and mostly relying on very simple hooks and grabbing chord sequences. Think Radiator Hospital; think some moments on your favourite Girlpool record; think a bit of Speedy Ortiz’ hard-edge riffing. Think about how you’ll feel when you look back on your life and realise you’ve been listening to structurally basic pop-punk. Pretty good, I bet.

Washer are the perfect kinda pop-punk band: playful, but not overwrought, they dabble in interesting riffs and mathy moments but their compressed production stops anything from really happening. No one gets their coat and storms out of their bedroom; they let it all slide. “Pet Rock Vs Healing Crystal” develops gorgeously but never goes overboard, its loose chord strums and subdued vocal howls recalling Into It. Over It. or some of Cheap Girls’ dampened output. The way these songs lurch from one another, disillusioned with the idea of cohesion, recalls GbV, a slow, deliberately inaccessible churner like “Mend” rolling into the joyous drumfill and summery jangle of “This Land”. I’m gonna stop this review right here, on the highest of notes, because “This Land” has latched onto my heart, and when a song does that, I’ve got nothing but gratitude for its parent record.



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