Your Name Wouldn’t Happen To Be ‘Dick’
Some By Sea
On Fire! (Igloo)
(SideCho)
While a lame relic of the ’90s, “bro’s before ho’s” remains indispensible advice.
Indie culture is just like any of its detested mainstream counterparts in that it has alpha males, sluts, creeps, good guys ‘n’ girls, moochers, wastoids, and elitists. It also has one of the more repulsive creatures, the two-faced sensitive date rapist. He slithers around without any steady male companionship, feasting instead on friends’ girlfriends and temporarily damaged exes. He dresses unassumingly, probably in a hoody and cords, and sneaks into conversations with a vacant knowledge of the arts; his universal opinions have been rearranged to sound insightful. Once harmlessly cornering a girl in conversation, he plays the heart card and through an alcholic haze seems to have answers to matters of love. Before long he has her in a bedroom and wouldn’t ya know it, he’s having sex and then disappearing.
I don’t know Chris Du Bray. Don’t know what he looks like. But under a curtain of Death Cab For Cutie soundalikes he has created a character for On Fire! whose reason for living is to act like a girl’s bestfriend as a means to get laid. You grow to hate this guy but remain transfixed by his lack of morality and hollow promises. Paging Greg Dulli: there’s another rooster in the henhouse.
— Steve Forstneger
Appearing: March 23 at Beat Kitchen in Chicago.
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