Tacocat 'This Mess Is A Place' LP


£21.49
Tacocat 'This Mess Is A Place' LP
Limited indies only coloured vinyl.


When Seattle band Tacocat - vocalist Emily Nokes, bassist Bree McKenna, guitarist Eric Randall and drummer Lelah Maupin - first started in 2007, the world they were responding to was vastly different from the current Seattle scene of diverse voices they’ve helped foster. It was a world of house shows, booking DIY tours on MySpace and writing funny, deliriously catchy feminist pop punk songs when feminism was the quickest way to alienate yourself from the then en vogue garage rock bros. Their lyrical honesty, humour and hit-making sensibilities have built the band a fiercely devoted fanbase over the years, one that has followed them from basements to dive bars to sold-out shows at the Showbox. Every step along the way has been a seamless progression - from silly songs about Tonya Harding and psychic cats to calling out catcallers and poking fun at entitled weekend warrior tech jerks on their last two records through Hardly Art - 2014’s ‘NVM’ and 2016’s ‘Lost Time’.

‘This Mess Is A Place’, Tacocat’s fourth full length and first on Sub Pop, finds the band waking up the morning after the 2016 election and figuring out how to respond to a new reality where evil isn’t hiding under the surface at all - it’s front and centre, with new tragedies and civil rights assaults filling up the scroll of the newsfeed every day. “What a time to be barely alive,” laments ‘Crystal Ball’, a gem that examines the more intimate side of responding emotionally to the news cycle. How do you keep fighting when all you want to do is stay in bed all day? “Stupid computer stupor/Oh my kingdom for some better ads,” Nokes sings, throwing in some classic Tacocat snark, “Truth spread so thin/It stops existing.”

Tacocat are doing what they’ve always done so well: mingling brightness, energy and hope with political critique. ‘This Mess Is A Place’ is charged with a hopefulness that stands in stark contrast to music that celebrates apathy, despair and numbness. Tacocat feel it all and care, a lot, whether they’re singing odes to the magical connections we feel with our pets (‘Little Friend’), imagining what a better earth might look like (‘New World’), or trying to find humour in a wholly unfunny world (‘The Joke Of Life’). It’s a delightfully cathartic moment and the cornerstone of the record when they exclaim, in ‘Grains Of Salt’: “Don’t forget to remember who the fuck you are!”

Producer Erik Blood (who also produced ‘Lost Time’) brings the band into their full pop potential but still preserves what makes Tacocat so special: they’re four friends who met as young punks and have grown together into a truly collaborative band. Says Nokes: “We can examine some hard stuff, make fun of some evil stuff, feel some soft feelings, feel some rage feelings, feel some bitter-ass feelings, sift through memories, feel wavy-existential, and still go get a banana daiquiri at the end.”



 

Catalogue number: SP1285X

Condition: New

Label: Sub Pop