Rubblebucket – Omega La La album review

I’m just gonna come right out and say it: I didn’t like the new Rubblebucket album. There is a lot of praise being bandied about, and while it isn’t terrible – not by a long shot – it fails to get me hooked.

Think for a minute of those girls with individual voices like Bjork, Aretha Franklin, or Joan Jett. Kalmia Traver has a long way to go before she is mentioned in that list but she’s on her way; while her voice lacks punch, there’s no denying that she’s definitely‚Ķ something. “Raining” showcases the emotional aspect and it’s one hundred percent thanks to the warblings of Traver. “Triangular Daisies” is a nice sweet song that suits the day, no matter whether the sun is shining or rain is hitting the window, and “Worker” has the potential to be the most successful commercially.

The worst part of the album is the final track; partly because of the content, partly because it does that earworm thing, where you can’t get out of this loop of the bridge. Traver undoes any hope of fully appreciating the album as a complete work in that fateful three seconds. Imagine a guitar string being simultaneously plucked and detuned a half step, but with a human voice, and that is the source of my pile of rage. Oh, look at that‚Ķ Pile of Rage is the name of the song. It’s irritating, and a hell of a way to say goodbye to an album. Haunting in a ‘spend the night in a creepy old house’ kind of way, and not the ‘moonlit lake with the fog rolling in’ kind of way.

Hopefully this is better received by Rubblebucket’s fans upon its release on the 7th of June; they will most likely “get it” better than I. The album, while bouncy most of the way through, seems to lack direction, and it never fully hits the peaks it was aiming for, set so long ago by The Flaming Lips. For this writer, this is its undoing.

By Aaron Peart

If Aaron hadn't chosen to snowboard for the rest of his life, music would easily fill that hole.

Avid gig-goer when finances and scheduling allows, he has seen everyone from Del tha Funky Homosapien to the Rolling Stones to Sharon Jones.

An off-the-cuff writer, he started writing after he realised he would forget main aspects of the topic he spoke about... turned out he liked it. His non-musical musings can be found at the link below where you never really know what will come up. And yes. He is related to Neil.

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