In the early reach of the 2000's there was once a modest record label birthed out of Omaha, Nebraska, known to an eclectic social club of anti-social mop-topped, coffee-swigging, thrift store-tailored elite as Saddle Creek Records (they heard of them before you did). Saddle Creek was the forerunner in earnesty as the 90's obsession with post-irony receded galantly. Their artists roster, a regular who's-who of the melancholic and somber, consisted of the likes of Cursive, Azure Ray, The Mynabirds, and the ever-championed-among-the-blogsphere- Conor Oberst (alias, Bright Eyes). Somewhere hiding among the namedrop darlings was a brash, overtly-dancable and heavy synth-laden group of mascara-smeared skinny gentlemen known as THE FAINT.
With six albums under their belt as the odd men out on Saddle Creek and a self-released, self-financed album on their own blank.wav records, years had passed without a remote blip (pun intended) popping up on the radar for The Faint. But after six years of silence, one of the bands responsible for the "Neo-New Wave" (yes, we can all shudder at the overused rock journalists' candor) movement has returned with their much-anticipated latest offering: DOOM ABUSE.
The record finds the band embracing a confident swagger amidst the blasts of synthesized noise and disco back beats, which seamlessly mesh with frontman Todd Fink's schizophrenic, paranoia-obsessed lyrics. In fact DOOM, more than their previous releases, is unhinged with the band's most assertive and almost militant observations on modern America and conspiracy theories. Whether your Saturday night is spent dancing on rooftops or soapboxes- The Faint have proven that Emma Goldman was right when she said "If I can't dance, I don't want your revolution!"
You can pick up The Faint's NEW album, "DOOM ABUSE", right HERE!
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