Peaer: Peaer

A chicken nugget in one hand and my other on the keyboard, I’m listening to Peaer’s self-titled album. The whole time felt like when you’re hanging out with that one friend who is a constant Debbie Downer, but has like one funny thing to say. Not a record I could find myself listening to on a daily basis, but definitely for those who find themselves looking for the vinyl pleasures of Tigers Jaw, and going to catch Seahaven live.

Know those coming of age films set in the Middle of Nowhere, USA? The soundtracks to those live for songs like “Pink Spit.” Or at least that’s what I envisioned when it started to play. The sad spirits continued to rise as that trippy alternative rock came through in a new, modern way via “Cliff Song” and “Third Law.” “Karma Police” anyone? As things continued to progress, I was not feeling it on a personal level until “Sick” came into play. On some level, we can all relate to the simple line, “Sick of being tired of myself.” We all get down on ourselves at some point in our lives and after awhile, it can get not only frustrating but down right embarrassing. So of course you’d get tired of feeling low about who you are. Another song for the downtrodden, but a more universal appeal.

As the last nugget is consumed, so ends my time with Peaer. Not a record I’d place in my heart, but one I’m glad to share because there are people out there who’d find this sorrow sounding album a delight. If you’re a fan of Pedro The Lion and again, Seahaven – make sure to check out Peaer, out September 30 on Tiny Engines.

Trapt: DNA

Time for some honesty, I consider Trapt’sEcho” one of the best songs of my existence. There, I said it. Yeah, it was probably a contender for BuzzCutts 2, but alas it’s a great song. That was some years ago though and I didn’t think that band was even still around. Much to my surprise though they are and I have to say – their latest, DNA, wasn’t half bad. They often got lumped into that scene that had Breaking Benjamin and P.O.D (by me included), but after listening to DNA, I’d say they’d fare well with someone from the American Idol family.

We’ll get back to the Idol note in a second start with what I didn’t need…an “Intro” is never really a good thing. It takes up space on a playlist and could wind up just living in most people’s recycle bin. With that, “Castaway” and “Getting Even” anchored this record but they were very unlike the tracks that let this record really fly high. There was romance in “Tangled Up In You” as well as the encouraging words of “Changing Hands,” but “Passenger” and “Not So Different” are the baskets where I’d place all my eggs. Both came across like fine tuned engines pulling DNA home. Speaking of home, when “Human” and “Falling Angel” played, I thought they would do very well with fans of Idol’s Chris Daughtry. They may want to contact his people and make a connection for a future tour.

Back in the day I would’ve never thought that at almost 30 I’d be reviewing their new album and liking more than just one song. While nothing on DNA could hold a candle to the pedestal I’ve placed “Echo” upon, it was a pretty well done record for modern rock fans out there. If that’s you, check out DNA, out now.

Lizzy Rose: Crocodile Tears

From a self proclaimed “weirdo indie pop” band to touring with the Flaming Lips, you know right then and there that you weren’t going to get a run of the mill sound from the likes of Lizzy Rose. What’s to be said about her latest release, Crocodile Tears, is that each song sits on its own – each strangers on a bus with one thing in common – the driver. Lizzy may showcase a different persona with each, morphing in and out of styles like a Madonna since the 80’s, but unlike the Queen of Pop – Lizzy makes it work each and every time. Remember the whole faking to be British thing? No one was buying that. Don’t worry, Lizzy doesn’t have that embarrassing phase on this record.

Much like Melanie Martinez without the underlying nightmare attached, “Nervous Bird” has a nursery rhyme innocence to it. That same can and is going to be said of the dreamy “Best I’ve Had” as well as a personal favorite, “Muse For A Masterpiece,” which will transport listeners back into the late 60’s when the whole free love thing was in effect. Speaking of, there was a carefree spirit in the title track but instead of being a reminder of the hippies of yesterday, it made me think of Burning Man because when I imagine a sound that comes from that massive desert meetup, it’s “Crocodile Tears” I hear. From carefree to buttoned up, that’s what you got with the dramatics of “Walk The Walk (You’re A Whore).” It was her mature mark, while “In Morning Sun” was more playful like a Regina Spektor record.

The album Lizzy Rose has in her hands right now does not have a consistent sound, which is something I particularly like. Perhaps this is due to growing up at the start of the Now That’s What I Call Music! series, and having a love for an assortment. So it works in that way. It also works because Lizzy is able to showcase her best self with each passing song. Crocodile Tears is ride you’ll never tire of, and it’s out now. Also, make sure to catch her on the rest of her mini-tour. She has a few dates left. She’ll be in Denver tomorrow night at Lost Lake, and then bck to California before her last two shows in Washington.