Anyway, enough about me. We're here to present a pretty nice debut from Swiss rockers Eighty-Twelve. This trio got stuck in the nineties and make intelligent indie-rock in the vein of bands like old Radiohead, Manic Street Preachers, Buffalo Tom and Dinosaur Jr. Once again, this is one for the summer festivals where the weather is hot, the beer is cold and the girls wear tiny shorts and lumberjack shirts. Right now, I actually long for a greasy hamburger but let's ignore that for a while.
'Everyone Is Wrong' opens with a solid rocker, named 'Shock The Wave'. Powerful guitars, lively drums and a touch of melody bring out the sun. I don't know why, but songs like this always sound sunny and pleasant. On 'Rodeo' I suddenly notice the brilliant vocal lines. These too breathe this melodic but rough atmosphere that was extremely present in those days. This song reminds me of bands like Weezer of even Blur.
What strikes me most about this album is the intense nineties feel. This is the music I listened to when I was studying, locked away in a tiny student room and often feeling very lonely. This lonely feeling is present in many of the songs, including 'Drive Until...' and the somewhat jazzy 'On The Road'. It's funny that the travelling-related songs are the loneliest ones. 'Highway Highland' for example is beautifully eerie, reminding me of South San Gabriel.
But these guys can rock as well. 'Mr J.' is an amazing song and so is 'Eleven'. This mix between modest rock and outbursts of distorted energy makes 'Everyone Is Wrong' a very varied album while still being loyal to this unique nineties sound. In fact, Eighty-Twelve managed to blend all these influences into their own distinct sound. It's very refreshing to hear that this music is still around and still as powerful as ever.
'This Party' is another great song with the power to put a smile on my face. In fact, I've been having nostalgic flashbacks throughout the entire album. I've been listening to this album for three consecutive times now and I think I'm going to stop writing about it now. Right now I really want to be on the warm grass of a festival area, enjoying this kind of music (and that hamburger). This is going right into my 'nineties rock' playlist. I don't care what year it is, dates a wrong...
Buy this (I yell while I run to the food-tickets booth)