Seade

Perf (Grass)
by Austin Nash

Now this is melodrama. Some people take rock too seriously. I very much like the debut Perf from Seade, but also could not help but nearly deliver my first ever cinema spit take right here in my living room post observance of the accompanying literature. In short, it would seem that Seade seek to tap into peoples emotions through use of ambiguity and directionlessness. Thanks guys. Things that give me the feeling that I might be thinking about something, but I’m not sure what, tend to spark off a myriad of cerebral beta blasts in my brain that I find very helpful in the nearly constant patchwork of my soul. Now I know why I love to hear Bob Mould scream “I HATE YOU.”

The MAIN THING in Perf, and every issue has a MAIN THING, is its wide grip sonic harmonics. The sound is amazingly huge for being recorded in a basement. A very fine production couples the distortion ridden stretchy chords with strained but calm at sea vocals to return a very thoughtful, dynamic, melodic, and powerful debut album. Perf is smooth acceleration. Like driving a car at 110 mph that still has a lot more left.

Though I haven’t found rock any too provoking since Zepplin did The Rain Song (which didn’t really rock), Seade’s Perf is an excellent grab at quality atmospheric rock. It harbors a dreaminess and strength very similar to… to… ok I’m gonna say it, the Alan Parsons Project. There.