I had a bit of an epiphany whilst listening to Jay Reatard's new track, It Ain't Gonna Save Me the other day. It happened so quickly, between a breath, and now it's completely gone. But it was an incredibly vivid flash of something, occurring underneath the jangling fuzz and frenetic drums, as I drove home from school. It had been raining but the sun was out and the road stretched out in front of me like some kind of crazy blinding bowling alley. And as Reatard repeated the phrase "all is lost, there is no hope for me", I had some kind of paradox of emotions, the same feeling I get when I listen to the chorus lick of It Ain't Funny How We Don't Talk Anymore by You Am I, or Always Love by Nada Surf. It's something about the perfect harmony between lead and rhythm, or vocals and melody that makes me feel every single dearly beloved memory and each painfully repressed yet wistfully recalled moment of despair condensed into 3 minutes of time.
Watch Me Fall is out now on Matador.
Later,
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