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The Rocket SummerHello, Good Friend The Militia Group/Shock If the producers of 'The O.C.', or, for that matter, any comparably vomitous adolescent television drivel, ever discover 22-year-old multi-instrumentalist Bryce Avary, they'll find a soundtrack for an entire season's worth of their senseless filmed buffoonery. The man's a master of his craft, writing and playing songs so insanely polished and so brilliantly catchy that he deserves to be a millionaire by the time he's thirty. Whether we'd rather listen to the sound of a sputtering jet engine is another matter entirely. The Rocket Summer (which, for all intents and purposes is Avary) is a band that sounds a little like the combination of Hanson and American brat-punk (Good Charlotte, etc.) if put together by the talents of Ben Folds or Ed Harcourt. In other words, they're potentially good pop songs, extremely well produced, that happen to sound insufferably nauseating. I guess the best way to describe it is to imagine Ben Kweller with absolutely no inspiration. And it's exactly what I imagine will end up at the top of the commercial charts. Around The Clock ("I/ I am not into/ The idea/ Of being without you") is exactly the kind of song that I can imagine selling by the bucketload. It's ridiculously catchy, has an incredible polished punch, with a most brilliantly artificial sense of happiness throughout. The rest of the album hums along at much the same pace. Let's see if anyone picks up on it: I think there could be a fair amount of money to be made out of Bruce Avary's talents. However, I'm not sure that that's a compliment.  |
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