Bayside – Killing Time

When I decided I wanted to review music on my blog, I figured it’d be cool to review all the music I love and want others to know about.  Then when I started thinking about what to review first, I started considering all these albums that would make me appear hip and on the edge of the music industry.  Finally I realized, I need to just review the album I’m listening to the most over the past few weeks.  Why reach for something I haven’t listened to nearly half as much?  Therefore, even if this makes me look like a 14-year-old girl, I’m going with some good old Bayside.

Bayside has been around for a while now.  They put out four albums on Victory Records (Finally escaping that terrible record label) and have sought refuge at Wind-up Records.  I have no idea if this is a step up in record labels; however, all I know is I can’t hear about Wind-up Records without having Creed come to mind.  So that may be a strike against them.  Regardless, Killing Time is their first record since signing to Wind-up.

One of the things that has always drawn me to Bayside is the lyric writing.  I have to admit I am a sucker for someone who can keep me interested in what they are singing.  Killing Time definitely keeps up with some of the other catchy lyrics present on their past albums.  On my personal favorite song on the album, “Mona Lisa”, lead singer Anthony Raneri sings, “Mona Lisa you’ve really done something, done a number to all of my organs”.  Later he adds, “You’re the black ice on my road to wholesome”.  I’m not saying it is the most prolific thing that has ever been written, but I like the way he thinks.  Additionally on, “The Wrong Way”, Raneri sings, “You’re the type of girl who puts on cyanide perfume, then asks for kisses on the neck from every boy in the room”.  Makes you think this guy has been burned by more than one girl in his life.  Guess even band guys have lady problems. Maybe I got the 14-year-old girl thing wrong; 12-year-old boy may be more accurate.

Only one song on the album is ever really skipped for me.  Personally I can’t stand the song “Sick, Sick, Sick”.  I know it sounds like a catchy one right.  It has a very sing songy quality to it for sure, but I can’t get past the little gang vocals right before they break into the chorus.  Ironically, when I just did a little research on the album, I found this was the first song released off the album.  I guess it’s a good thing I was a fan of the band far before they made that little mistake. Most of the songs keep a really up beat tempo to them.  “On Love, On Life” is the only exception.  Here they slow it way down for a ballad. I feared at first I would really end up hating this song, but I actually really like it.  It’s solely piano driven, but it is very reflective and a nice break in the album.

In the end, nothing musically really sticks out to me.  There are some fun little guitar solos here and there, but nothing to make me go too crazy.  They are musically very tight and really understand their main audience.  (Don’t be surprised if you pull up next to some kid driving his mommy’s mini van listening to this album) But, I have been a long time fan, so I can’t really complain with them giving me what I want.

Ultimately, right around this time of year I start looking for that CD I’ll put on in my car, put the windows down, and sing along to while driving down the highway.  I definitely think Bayside has accomplished that here.  It won’t win any awards, but it’ll keep me happy for the next few months of care-free driving.

Teacher’s Rating: B


1 Comment

  1. stop reviewing pussy music, DIMMU BORGIRRR!!!!

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