Today, Ray has penned an essay explaining his thought process behind choosing the controversial moniker in 2009, maintaining it for almost a decade, and then discarding it late last year.
You may recall that American Pleasure Club is a new name for an old band until recently, this project was known as Teen Suicide. I recommend letting the music wash over you and seeing if you don’t get swept up in a similar heavy-hearted euphoria.Ī whole fucking lifetime of this by American Pleasure Club “All The Lonely Nights In Your Life” is particularly potent in its depiction of lovestruck adolescent yearning: “I see you smoking out on the lawn/ You must be skipping class today/ My heart stops for a second or two/ All I want is to be near to you.” Elsewhere Ray seems unstuck from time entirely, as when he intones, “Let’s move to the desert/ Every day falling in love/ It’s not so easy to be so sad/ When you can always touch the sun.” The title of the album’s first full-fledged song says a lot: “This Is Heaven And I’d Die For It.” That sensation of getting lost in love, real or imagined, is the album’s driving force. I can only speculate how much of it is inspired by Ray’s real-life marriage to Kathryn-Leigh Beckwith, better known as his fellow underground musician Kitty, but whatever passion he’s chronicling courses through this music with powerful immediacy, albeit filtered through bleary eyes and tempered with aching. One subject that recurs throughout A Whole Fucking Lifetime Of This is profound, life-altering affection for another person. If you’re the type to get lost in melancholy nostalgia, you might take great pleasure in projecting your own feelings and memories on this music. Ray spins visions of his own reference points - “kids fucking in the backseats of cars,” “crying into the kitchen sink,” “ a record on and trying to sleep” - but his songs here evoke some of my own, such as long walks under streetlights, loaded confessions via text message, or staring at a wall basking in heavy emotions. Even at its dreamiest, the album captures a longing and vulnerability I associate with life after midnight, before the responsibilities of adulthood sunk in. The combined effect of all this is a feeling of traversing through a long, dark night alongside Ray, not in his subconscious but in real life - at home, outdoors under the stars, and in his waking imagination. “Just A Mistake” rides a ballistic drum’n’bass beat “Eating Cherries” morphs from ghostly piano to symphonic Auto-Tune and back. There are fuzzed-out hallucinations like “ This Is Heaven And I’d Do for It” and “ New Year’s Eve.” There are gorgeous acoustic ballads á la “ All The Lonely Nights In Your Life” and “Before My Telephone Rings.” There are ambient electronic bliss-outs such as “Sycamore” and “ Let’s Move To The Desert,” the one with the Frank Ocean sample. In essence, this is a lo-fi indie rock record, but it’s beautifully multi-faceted, demonstrating what a broad range of talents Ray has at his disposal. The claim I will stake is that A Whole Fucking Lifetime Of This is one of the absolute best albums of this young year so far, one you should hear as soon as possible.
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It may be the greatest collection of music band mastermind Sam Ray has ever shared with the world, though his output with this project plus Ricky Eat Acid and Julia Brown is too expansive to say for sure. “My manager just told me that someone on the Internet said that my music is bad,” he tweeted.American Pleasure Club released A Whole Fucking Lifetime Of This today. The essay didn’t appear to get under Toledo’s skin, as the singer joked about it on his Twitter.
Apparently, Ray and a friend had a full-on Car Seat Headrest roast session in which they described the band as “the ‘I have an associates degree, so one day I can go back to college and become an English teacher, or whatever’ of guitar rock.”ĭamn, Sam. “If you walk into any house show in America with a handful of rocks, but the second or third throw you’ll have hit a boy with a Bandcamp that sounds exactly like ,” he quips. Ray starts by describing Car Seat as “an annoyingly persistent Last.fm recommendation that somehow landed a deal with Matador,” and only gets more acidic from there.ĭespite his obvious cries for attention, Ray’s insults of band leader Will Toledo are savage and kind of hilarious. Sam Ray (Ricky Eats Acid, Teen Suicide) has taken to his blog to tear apart Car Seat Headrest’s latest album in essay form. The sad boys of underground Internet music are fighting.
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