Glocca Morra - Just Married (2012)

Genre: Philly Emo
Website: Facebook // Bandcamp
For Fans Of: Algernon Cadwallader, Hightide Hotel, Street Smart Cyclist
Track List:
- ya'll boots hats (die angry)
- irrevocable, motherfucker
- hot & informed
- anniversary song
- why am i not going under walter?
- my black dog / cosmic being
- broken cigarettes
- theories on relativity by david nicholas by glocca morra
- eat the fucking snow
- 40 hugger / get fucked
- me + geneine

Description:
There's some line at the beginning of a review of The Dillinger Escape Plan's "Miss Machine" that loosely goes, 'that's it, it's all over, pack your shit, go home.  DEP just finished this genre."  Sorry for the tangent, but it was the first thing that came to mind at the end of "irrevocable, motherfucker" when the line "I'm not saying that," is being strained over the twinkling guitar and a horn that blend together into essentially everything that twinkly emo over the last four years has been trying to do.  So fuck it: twinkle is over.  Glocca Morra, with "Just Married," have ended the genre.  I say that in the most endearing way possible - this album is perfect.  Twinkle gets thrown around like a bad word, I have a feeling Glocca Morra would like to beat me up for seeming to pigeon-hole them as such.  I don't mean it in the "twinkle daddy disciple" copycat kind of way.  But here, I equate it with that immeasurable, indescribable sense of youthful longing and desire and self-deprecation and frustration, kind of like "youthful saudades."  Does anybody know that feeling where you gets chills during every single song on an album?  That's this one for me, and I don't remember the last time that happened (maybe with the Colossal LP).  It's throaty like GM has always been, note the beginning of "ya'll boots hats" and "why am i not...". But, goodness, listen to how they turn the latter into an anthem in the last 35 seconds as the bass grumbles and the guitar careens in over the blaring vocals.  It's fun, because one could easily write about each one of the songs.  But there is not one best song here, it's just 31 minutes of pure bliss.  This is not midwest emo, a la Castevet or Grown Ups, this is what Philadelphia has always done best: overwrought and emotional music with the best twinge of fun and playful musicality. When we look back years later at our youth, this record will be the best shot at trying to express to our friends and family what we loved about emo music from Philadelphia.  As far as I can tell, this record only has a little competition in being an album of the year (Everyone Everywhere's second LP and Hop Along's incredible "Get Disowned" are the only ones that comes to mind).  Please buy the shit out of this and play it so loud that your neighbors have to invite themselves in to both berate you and mutually bask in the glory of "Just Married."

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