It’s always intriguing to hear how kids today interpret influences like the Cure, the Smiths, and the Minutemen. I like it best when it comes out sounding like something unexpected. One of the surprise records of this year has been the second album from Atlanta’s Places To Hide. The band name check all three of those bands mentioned, and synthesize it into punk-pop-emo-something that has elements of Versus, King Kong, Seam, and Squirrel Bait, but really it just Places To Hide sounding like something brand new.
The singing is shared by Kyle Swick and Deborah Hudson and I prefer Hudson’s lazy stoned delivery, but Swick is no slouch either. His Spooky Molder and Mullholland are excellent critiques on urban culture and the racist south. Hudson’s songs are more esoteric, but she has such a cool voice you spend the extra time to figure it out. Her B. Murphy is akin to Robyn Hitchcock‘s Raymond Chandler Evening, a murder mystery that you’ll never figure out.
The only bad thing I can say about this band is that I can’t believe that they had the audacity to break up before this record was even released. This album probably won’t get much attention because of their premature disassemble, but it shouldn’t stop you from being a fan of one of the best records this year.