Wavves
Wavvves

I don't have much to say. Actually, now I don't have much to say. Sometimes one says, yes I'll say it, there it is, and then it passes and says nothing, and instead it's nicer to say nothing while saying nothing. It's content, in the end, and it's also entertainment. Anyway, I admit it: at least initially I wanted to make an introduction, thanks to the alcohol, quite silly, but thinking about what I just wrote, I'm pleased. Wow! Wavves, the guy in question, the subject, says nothing while saying nothing. He oscillates, practically, between not saying anything and acting like a little genius; between the absolute fool and the misfit, somewhat naive, who sees the world his way and who, yes, is an absolute fool, but underneath the surface has something. Here he says nothing while saying nothing and this empty manifest content is as brilliant as it is trash. It varies depending on the mood, I believe.

Let's start like this: today, 2010, making a record that sounds even slightly decent is a simple thing. You pay a few bucks to the first passerby and it will always sound better than the early Dinosaur Jr. records. Don't want to spend, you little miser? Garage Band - because it's implied that a guy like Wavves has a Mac, and what the heck. Do you have a common crappy PC? Well, various other programs, two days of practice and your pieces will always sound better than the early Mulatu Astatke records.
Let's restart since I lost track: me, I hated Wavves. Because there's an incredible, partially unfounded hype; because they hype anything he does. Whether he buys milk on the corner or tells someone to screw off, they hype it... and the record is recorded like absolute crap. Too much. You listen to it and afterward you walk like a drenched cat after being closed in a bag and beaten with sticks. Too bad. It irritates me. Then I saw this video. It's pop. Under the guise of an absolute fool, there's pop. I hadn't realized.

And then if the elite of the indie world, not from the Indies, was troubled for this young Nathan Williams, born in 1986, raised on a diet of Wipers and Descendents, there has to be a reason? 

We'll end like this: today, if God were benevolent instead of a sadistic evil painting the house walls, that little crazy Love would have taken care of it. In fact, if God weren't a masochist, Billy Corgan would have been born in a duck's body, instead of just giving him a duck's voice.
We'll end like this since I lost track: if Kurt Cobain were alive, if God weren't selfish, today, God and Cobain, wouldn’t play with Nirvana anymore, they’d still rock because if you have content, you just have it... if Cobain were alive, with God's consent, their concerts wouldn't open for the Melvins. Too obvious and for the record, the new album is truly crap. If they still performed together, opening would be Vivian Girl, Wavves, Liars. That's enough for me.

Hallucinogenic-hallucinatory pop, apparently garage, played by a fool, for those who peel things. So Bored. Wash before use. Wavvves, the album with one extra "v". Fat Possum, 2009.