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posted 05/13/2008

finally

I bought myself another copy of Nothing's Shocking. I replaced the Grace that might still be stuck in your goddamn car stereo, even if you've made me never want to hear it ever again. Those and the others, they meant more to me than you. But keep them, fine, they're yours.

New Local H (myspace) album TODAY mfers. After four loooooong years, Twelve Angry Months should be in stores and iStores near you. You should buy it and rock the hell out to it and never let it leave your sight.

Local H - The One with ‘Kid'(mp3) (buy)

What's the matter? Not LO-FI enough for you?

"‘Kid'" is the first track on the record, an introduction to the end of a relationship gone wrong. I usually hate lyrics that rattle off names of other bands or songs. Let's all just sing our myspace interests and iTunes playlists to make a cheap identity-grab, a secondhand attempt to associate yourself with other bands and their fans. IMPRESS ME WITH YOUR RECORD COLLECTION.

But I could never hate Local H, and even when Scott Lucas is -checking stuff that might have his own fanbase holding ?s next to their !s (Interpol?!) he doesn't need anyone else's cred. He's naming names because this break-up's become territorial and Kyuss ("You never liked ‘em UNTIL YOU MET ME!") is his Kamchatka. During the dusty staredown that takes up the first two minutes of "‘Kid,'" Lucas juggles the urge to see his ex with the need to reject her, wonders what parts of his life are still his. When it comes time to draw - winning is all that matters - the hangouts, the friends, his insides are Zeppelin CDs and ACDCs and that one Blondie twelve inch.

The second half of the song is ferocious cathartic jumparound fistpump stuff. It's both a killer track and an assertion that this thing ain't over. The relationship exhausted itself but the feelings have a whole year left to run.

Buy the record, and for cryinoutloud see them live. In NYC their show this upcoming Sunday has been moved from the defunct Luna Lounge to Union Pool; the next night they'll be doing what I assume is a short set at Irving Plaza for Joey Ramone's Birthday Bash (tix).

tags: local h twelve angry months 12 angry months