I’ve gushed about them already today, but I just finished my first full listen of the band’s new album titled Strapped. It hasn’t one my heart over yet, but I figure I just gotta give it a few listens.
May trek out to their gig tonight, but it’s gonna be a squeeze to catch a late bus out there.
Pitchfork writer Aaron Leitko’s pretty bang on in saying:
On their self-titled debut, the Soft Pack proved they could rock out and play it cool at the same time. The Los Angeles-by-way-of-San Diego quartet pitted bombastic rhythms against naive three-note hooks. Even when they got loud, singer/guitarist Matt Lamkin stayed cool and collected, delivering his cynical verses with a mellow slacker poise. The group’s first batch of songs found a comfortable niche between the velocity of its hometown heroes, like Hot Snakes and Rocket From the Crypt, and the slanted melodicism of New Zealand indie rock gurus the Clean.
Likewise, I didn’t get the effortlessly cool vibe that I did from their Self-Titled album. But this album has a saxophone throughout. Perhaps cool pushed too hard.
Stream their new one here.