Mitski

Mitski

Soccer Mommy

Sun · October 1, 2017

Doors: 7:00 pm / Show: 8:00 pm

$22 - $25.26

This event is 18 and over

Mitski
Mitski
Mitski warmly recalls a quote from sculptor El Anatsui, “Art grows out of each particular situation, and I believe that artists are better off working
with whatever their environment throws up.”

With this nerve exposed lyrically, and having dived into her new
beginning, Mitski chooses her 2014 breakthrough album Bury Me at Makeout Creek to
explore uncharted sonic territory, trading in large string arrangements
for guitar and bass. While studying composition at SUNY Purchase’s
music conservatory, she previously recorded music with a full orchestra.
However as college graduation inched closer, Mitski moved away from the
concert hall and into the campus’ active DIY scene. Upon relocating to
New York following graduation, she entered stages at Death By Audio,
Silent Barn, and Bed Stuy basements, entrenching her songs of love,
fear, lust, and brilliant clarity into entirely sympathetic ears.

Since releasing Bury Me at Makeout Creek, Mitski has
received international acclaim for her distinct, arresting sound and
profoundly reflective lyrics. Pitchfork applauded the release as
“inventive and resourceful,” while Rolling Stone celebrated her
“deep-cutting lyrics.” NME said of Bury Me, “it’s a record that doesn’t tug at your heart-strings as much as it mercilessly pounds at them, taking to your emotions like a lead pipe to a
piñata.” She has also received widespread attention for her “cathartic”
live shows as dubbed by The New York Times’ Jon Caramanica.

“I was so young when I behaved 25,” Mitski sings on “First Love / Late
Spring,” “yet now I find I’ve grown into a tall child.” This veritable
thesis speaks to sentiments of the poetry and beauty of struggling up
the hill to adulthood. Mitski follows El Anatsui’s humbling advice,
cathartically revealing snapshots from her adventures in youth, and the
empowerment found in sharing these stories with others. In
2015 Mitski is poised to continue delivering her particular flavor of
soul-baring rock, and tour throughout North America and beyond.
Soccer Mommy
Soccer Mommy
“Passed you on a side street/Brushed across your wrist like a razorblade.” Those are the first lines from ‘Try,’ the second track off Soccer Mommy’s Fat Possum debut, Collection. It’s also a perfect encapsulation of the band itself: quietly catchy, surprisingly confrontational, the kind of music that sneaks up on you and makes a permanent first impression. Soccer Mommy is the project of Sophie Allison, a nineteen-year-old Nashville native and musical wunderkind. Sophie built her reputation as a DIY artist, recording her own songs and releasing them for free on Bandcamp over the last few years. Collection compiles the best of Sophie’s Bandcamp work as well as a few new songs, written, mixed and produced herself.

The songs portray an artist fully-formed, mature far beyond her age. Sophie sings of toxic relationships, infatuations, and all the experiences of being a teenage girl. Or, as Sophie describes her subject matter, “crush stuff with a hint of bad to it.” There’s a playfulness to the music that belies the sophisticated nature of the songcraft. The songs can be sweet, they can be happily melancholic or melancholically happy, but they always cut deep. They belong on playlists and mixes, to be shared among friends and belted out during road trips. Collection is destined to be a favorite record. These perfect pop gems have power.

‘Allison,’ a gorgeous meditation on the bittersweet feeling of hurting someone you love while pursuing your own dreams, showcases Sophie’s talent for home recording, with multi-tracked vocals layered to perfection. On ‘Out Worn,’ a searing takedown of the desire for male validation, Sophie sings, “Not the girl that you thought I’d be/ My makeup stains all your white tees/ Bite my nails ‘til my fingers bleed/ And I can’t always hide.” The song is relatable and anthemic, striking the perfect balance between anger and sugary pop bliss.

There’s a freedom and a joy to this music, and Collection stands as an excellent to a powerful new voice. Critics may decry the end of guitar music, same as they have for over thirty years. The fact remains that as long as records like Collection exist, there will be no shortage of young artists bashing their hearts out on guitars for years to come. “You can’t say indie rock is dead,” says Sophie. “It’s just being taken over by women.”
Venue Information:
White Eagle Hall
337 Newark Ave.
Jersey City, NJ, 07302
https://www.whiteeaglehalljc.com/