Take a step back from the current oversaturation of the â€œemo revivalâ€ and listen to a band that did it better back in 1996. Of course they werenâ€™t trying to revive anything because they were already there. Instead of pandering, they were original. Also they were one of the many who helped bring that twinkly earworm Midwestern style to the reaches of todayâ€™s blogs and review sites.
Bells on Trike had only one release that we know of and itâ€™s a self-titled ep. Itâ€™s seven songs and it doesnâ€™t overstay itâ€™s welcome, itâ€™s not a slave to its style, itâ€™s not glamorous, itâ€™s not well produced, but darn if it isnâ€™t a charming listen.
Whatâ€™s remarkable about sorta obscure pieces of music such as this is how they are distinct snapshots of the past. Itâ€™s like finding an old polaroid hidden in a shoebox in your grandparentâ€™s attic. Thereâ€™s something unique about it, and you canâ€™t really overdue it on a review for an album thatâ€™s over 20 years old and turn it into a god tier piece like how people treat bands such as American Football and Capâ€™n Jazz.
The songs themselves are very personal, which one can relate to of course. Thereâ€™s a youthfulness to these recordings and thatâ€™s where the snapshot comes in. Harken back to a perhaps simpler time of being in a band and just freakinâ€™ going for it; making music and telling stories, or even breaking free from whatever bonds you might be chained to.
The only minimal complaint against this album is how low the vocals are in the mix, but thatâ€™s nothing really. Lo-fi sounds in indie/punk rock were common back then and still are. Thatâ€™s all a matter of taste.If you are into this type of music and want to go back to the well from whence it came and get that pure, honest energy and passion, check out Bells on Trike and tell others about them. Donâ€™t over-analyze, just listen. Dig itâ€¦