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Keep Portland Weirder: Blesst Chest’s Wish We Were There
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Keep Portland Weirder: Blesst Chest’s Wish We Were There

Blesst Chest tests how far art can go before it stops making sense. There are no lyrics to guide us through the album, no unifying melody or tone. There’s no escape rope. You end up either reeling yourself back in and breathing a sigh of relief, or forging ahead blindly through the dark, nonsensical insanity that is Wish We Were There. Whether you like it or not, WWWT is one hell of a ride.

Colors of Humanity: Forevermore’s Integral
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Colors of Humanity: Forevermore’s Integral

Forevermore uses a somewhat broader lens to examine the shifts of consciousness throughout human history using a theory known as spiral dynamics. As a concept album, Integral tells the story of an immortal man who observes these changes in thought patterns as he moves through the years. It’s ambitious, to say the least.

Once Was Lost Now Just Hanging Around: Sego’s Youthful Discontent, Pseudo Apathy, Blah Blah Blah Blah
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Once Was Lost Now Just Hanging Around: Sego’s Youthful Discontent, Pseudo Apathy, Blah Blah Blah Blah

Relief billows from Once Was Lost Now Just Hanging Around like smoke from the first drag of a longed for cigarette. Spencer Petersen and Thomas Carroll uncork anxiety and pour over life choices in chalky, doubled vocals. Immense paranoia fills the air. Ambitions flutter away, regroup, resettle. And while the duo adhere to the title of “slacker heroes,” you can put your Pavement insinuations back in your pocket.

Last Rites for the Redwood Art Space: Revisiting Have Nots’ Proud
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Last Rites for the Redwood Art Space: Revisiting Have Nots’ Proud

Wilkes-Barre is a quaint little town filled with Pennsylvania wilderness, some picturesque lakes, and a converted 7-Eleven-turned-punk venue called the Redwood Art Space. The “art space” sat in the middle of a shopping mall, a green sheet hung in the front window; the only way you could tell it was a music venue was all the roadies in black hoodies smoking outside while we waited in the cold March air.

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