Hey! I'm watching the NBA Finals and I may have pink eye! Neat! So let's talk about the new album from Fresno power pop jaggernauts SCI-FI CAPER!
In all of Friendcore (i.e. that Fresno Chinatown scene that rose, died, and is seemingly rising again), there is no more beloved band than Sci-Fi Caper. The trio have remained perennial favorites in the scene and greater Fresno area due in large part to their infectious power pop ditties (though I imagine the unassuming radness of singer/bassist Emelia Guadarama and guitarist Samuel Lozano, plus drummer Jorge Guzman's shoes that are feet but still somehow shoes, have something to do with it as well). On their latest, the Beyonce-esque surprise album Star Stuff, the band delivers more of their finely crafted twee punk, but with an larger dose of melancholy.
Songs like the energetic "So Stressed", which hums along jubilantly at a lightening two minutes, revels in the anxieties that creep up once liquid crutches are left behind. Pokemon cribbing "Baja Blastoise (What Are You Waiting For)" laments the passage of time without personal growth. The riff heavy "Slipping Away" even asks the question "Do I deserve to be happy?" These are not songs for the faint of heart.
But you know what, that's ok. Star Stuff reveals a greater truth about the band that's always been evident to its fans. Namely that there's a shit ton of depression behind all those sunny tunes. And it's interesting as a listener because it doesn't result in a loss of hope or anything like that. If anything, the knowledge that one of my favorite bands goes through the same feelings of helplessness and sadness I do is extremely comforting. It makes Sci-Fi Caper a companion on the journey to hopefully better days. It's the albums greatest strength.
Well, that and the fact that there's not a dud song in the bunch. From the epic opening of "Sleeper" to the scene anthem "Chinatown", Star Stuff is pop perfection for the sad at heart. So plug in them earphones, pop a Xanax, and groove the fuck out mang, cause Sci-Fi Caper is slanging some good shit.
Thanks and goodnight and thanks again!