Adult crash

By NICK SCHROEDER  |  May 29, 2014

Earlier albums have shown a correlation between the ’Snakes most memorable songs and their most energetic ones, so it’s interesting to find Get Your Fill’s slower jams carrying equal weight. On the gorgeous “Oh Well,” a beach-poppy, inquisitive sort of love song that’ll one day sit among the band’s greatest hits, Tara’s melodies drive the track, the grain of her voice richer and deeper than usual, illustrating: “The other day / the snow falling between the rays. / Do you wanna watch it? / Are you moved by it?” When in the second chorus, she asks the same about seeing “two dogs fucking in the rain,” the absurd specificity somehow makes the feeling even clearer. Through trust, simplicity, and the diaristic attention to what might otherwise be the forgettable observations of the pleasures of adult life, Get Your Fill is a uniquely compelling sort of rock record. Totally unafraid of being boring, it’s the band’s most interesting to date.

GET YOUR FILL | released by Rattlesnakes | with Brick Mower + Cuss | May 28 | at Mathew’s Pub, in Portland | 207.253.1812 |

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