Tigers Jaw
Tigers Jaw

What is here, besides the best cover in history?

A lot of emo: sad boys who scream angrily. But never wimpy cowards or crude boors.

A lot of pop-punk: those are the sounds. However, being also emo means that the songs last at least three minutes, that they can play decently, and that they know how to structure a piece.

A lot of indie: which doesn't mean much, but I use it as a term to define things I like and that never play on the radio.**

Tigers Jaw, from 2008, is the second album by Tigers Jaw. In their debut (Belongs to the Dead, 2006) they had produced respectable lo-fi without finding their path. Two years later, they demonstrated they had found the way and embraced it in style. What does this lead to?

A great desire to rock: please forgive the term, but this is the sound made by eighteen-year-olds who just discovered they have talent and don't care about living in an era when the word "emo" conjured up images of kids with colored fringes and My Chemical Romance t-shirts, and the pranksters on the internet hadn't yet started making memes about American Football.

Wonders from another era. Now, from what I know, teenagers listen to little emo, but they dye their hair less in silly colors. On the other hand, now it's the thirty-somethings who dye their hair and upload twenty-minute videos unboxing Game of Thrones figurines and showing what's inside. I wasn't emo in the past decade; the closest thing to punk I listened to, I think, was Municipal Waste. But soon enough, I might start cutting.