“Now if you never shoot, you’ll never know
And if you never eat, you’ll never grow
You’ve got a pretty kinda dirty face
And when you’re leaving your home she’s begging you, “Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay.”

I’ll give you one more time
We’ll give you one more fight
Said one more line
There’ll be a riot, cause I know you..”

The 1975, The 1975

The first full-length from The 1975 is as good – if not better- than I expected it to be. I’ve been thrilled – it’s a great car record, great headphone record, morning or night listening. The sound is incredibly fresh, vocal-fueled and produced to the nth degree….these are stories of youth and sex and frustration, the lure of lust and luxury ever-present but more as plaything than temptation. It’s simply fun to listen to, which makes it comforting, but it’s complex enough to be thought-provoking, which makes it prime for repeat listens.

Verbally, it’s casual, often conversational, but sonic-ly speaking, it’s very decorated. There are wedding bells, there are sax solos, and they’re all complimenting and highlighting some real intense, reaching vocals. In reviews of The 1975 I think you’ll hear a lot of comparisons to R&B of the 90s, and electro pop of recent years, and there is a definite fusion going on, but it’s far more authentic than what you might otherwise think would be gimmicky. 
In the quiet moments, you here some real musicianship, and Matt Healy on piano is a treat I hope they use often in their live show. I think these were songs written out of what was fun to play, fun to write, fun to hear, from the point of view of rabble-rousers as fascinated and confused as most creative types are in their late teens/early 20s/entire lives. I’m immensely impressed – and from what I’ve seen of live footage, the live band might sound a little more raw and maybe even a little better than this record, coated in shiny ProTools glory, can reflect.

Definitely the soundtrack of this fall, and whatever it brings. 

“Well I stay tuned, listen to the news and try to fall asleep at night.
Because I’m living in a house with just three walls,
So I’m always getting recognized.

There’s a change in pressure
We’re never gonna lie to you.
Change in pressure
My broken veins say that if my heart stops beating
Change in pressure
We’ll bleed the same way
Change in pressure,

Oh, my broken veins say…”
The 1975, The 1975