Sophomore album for this LA-based band and they’re already pressing a few where-have-you-been-all-my-life buttons.
They’re on cruise control for most of this one—fast enough that they’ll get where they’re going in a jiffy, but not so fast they risk wipeout—but take the occasional break to try on some Weezer rock (see the Weekend at Bernie’s-lovin’ “Wednesday Night Melody” down below).
When the riffs aren’t centre stage, Bleached primarily resemble the later years of London, Ontario’s The Weekend. The subject matter is nothing new—teenage concerns: boys, boredom, drugs—but the execution is irresistible.
What’s a grown man doing enjoying an album about teen drama? We’ll examine that another day, but at least Bleached also recognize they’re clinging to the past: “What do I do with these pictures of youth?” they wonder on “Hollywood, We Did It All Wrong.” It’s one of the best closing tracks in recent memory.