New Jersey five piece Forth Wanderers have just released their self-titled album (their Sub Pop debut). It´s the type of record that makes you want to separate all the layers, just to enjoy each instrumental and vocal arrangement individually, then put it back together and bask in the way it all comes together.
Melodic guitar riffs intertwine with deadpan vocals in lazily idyllic, slacker rock glory, until disturbed by thudding drum beats and angsty riffs, which enter almost menacingly to enforce the narrative peaks of each song. It’s this type of collusion which Forth Wanderers so naturally achieve that makes the album so good – there´s no overproduction efforts or forced studio slickness, it maintains raw credentials worthy of a young indie rock band who formed in high school and are currently all still in college.
Vocalist Ava Trilling sings with the type of don’t-give-a-fuck attitude that complements her confessional lyrics, with this album she´s laying it out bare, full of contradictions but utterly unrepentant about it (“I can’t stand his face/ But I like his feel” she sings on 'Taste').
The fact this album is so harmoniously solid is a pretty considerable feat given that all band mates currently live in different places, studying at different colleges. Songwriters Trilling and guitarist Ben Guterl claim that living far apart from one another has forced them to craft their writing skills separately, which has only evolved and enhanced their collaborative results. The joyfully raucous Forth Wanderers bears testament to just how well the distance formula is working.
Words: Charis McGowan
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