Mock Orange - The Record Play
Mock Orange exemplifies everything that is wrong with the independent
scene. Now, don't misunderstand me: there is nothing wrong with the
band itself. In fact, I am falling head over heels in love with their
sweet blend of Braid, Jimmy Eat World and American Football. The
problem lies in their label -- Lobster Records. Now, be honest, how
many people have heard of this label? I see maybe a few hands. I'm
not badmouthing the label, either. The problem today is that too many
really good bands put their albums out on obscure indie labels with
little-to-no distribution, and in turn, very few people will hear the
band. Essentially the market is becoming flooded. If this band could
get on Polyvinyl, or Doghouse, or Big Wheel Recreation, they could be
absolutely huge. This album just will not get out of my head to save
it's life. From the opener, "Brake Lights On," with it's stop/start
drums and crazy guitar licks, to "In Even Time," which will have you
wanting to play air guitar for 3 minutes straight, to "Nothing To Write,"
which sounds like a Braid outtake [but it is much better than Hey
Mercedes], Mock Orange rocks hard. My only wish for this band is that
they get incredibly popular, at least on the independent scene. Music
this talented deserves to be heard. Good luck, boys!
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