Thursday, December 10, 2015

“Avalanche” by Mutiny Mutiny – A Song Review

     Mutiny Mutiny is exceptional. That is, they are an exception to our rule of allowing other blogs to cover the Post-Punk scene, since there are bloggers who are far more knowledgeable about the genre. Sure, Indie Obsessive counts itself among the fans of Savages and other bands identified as Post-Punk. But they are bands that are more Rock oriented in their Post-Punk approach.
     Mutiny Mutiny breaks through our self-imposed rule using its guitars and male/female blended vocals. “Avalanche” begins and finishes with a soft melodic guitar lick that disguises what’s sandwiched between those ends. The song has a Post-Punk feel that would make both the 1970's originators of the genre and subsequent innovators within the genre proud. Personally, the forceful guitar that appears immediately before the two-minute mark is the favorite feature of "Avalanche."  

      The members of the Seattle-based band are Jason Dean (guitar, vocals), Jenn Schmidt (bass, vocals) and Julie D (guitar, vocals), in addition to a rotation of different drummers. Mutiny Mutiny recently released a five-track EP entitled "undefined." The EP is available via Bandcamp (http://mutinymutiny.bandcamp.com/ ).
     “Avalanche” by Mutiny Mutiny


Lyrics to “Avalanche”
A house of cards would be more promising 
Scarred fixtures for demolishing 
Crawl under skin 
Spin webs when the ice starts getting thin.

Monuments of modern tragedies 
Testaments to unchecked maladies 
In plain sight 
Quietly slip away at night.

Stars are ghosts of shadows 
Flowers fall at their feet 
A shower of sparks and rusted out cars 
Down at the end of the street. 


Pulling back from the 
Back from the 
Back from the edge 
Precarious. Don’t carry us or bury us like the dead.


Back, back
Pulling back from the edge
Precarious. Don’t carry us or bury us like the dead.

Pulling back from the 
Back from the 
Back from the edge 
Precarious. Don’t carry us or bury us like the dead.

Stars are ghosts of shadows 
Flowers fall at their feet 
A shower of sparks and rusted out cars 
Down at the end of the street.

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