Tickets are available locally at Recycled Records (S Virginia) and the Cargo box office (inside Whitney Peak).
It still feels like new music, doesn’t it? Each new record from The Growlers has something gripping enough that makes it as exciting as a debut. The Growlers swooned us back in 2013 with “One Million Lovers" and Gilded Pleasures, those “Humdrum Blues” with Hung At Heart, and then, within the more recent couple of years, that magnificently depressing “Good Advice” on Chinese Fountain. We’ve been seeing The Growlers for a while now, and we know all their tricks: bashful love songs softly cradled by opiate-euphoria, kick-shit pub songs aggravated by rum and amphetamines, and, of course, how genuinely they’ve always related to the everyday man when the going gets tough. But something has been different with The Growlers lately. They’ve been coming home later at night smelling like cheap perfume and whiskey with a slick new Members Only jacket, and they’re not caressing our needs as much anymore. At this point, they know how obsessed with them we’ve become, and they don’t feel obligated to fill our every need. Now, they’ve decided they’re going to do what they want to do. They’re going to stay out and drink for however long they want. They’re going to pick up new moods and scents even if you don’t like them. They’re going to flirt with something new if it fancies them, and they’re going to turn up their fuzz and synthesizers however fucking loudly they want.
After talking, tears and a few tall drinks, The Growlers drive us home with “Blood of a Mutt” and “Speed Living”—two tracks that remind us of that band we fell in love with back in high school that still satisfyingly cap the night with their cool, new swagger. This is definitely a record that’s going to challenge some of The Growlers’ wholehearted fans, but others will enjoy the new sleek style that’s brought on by late-night antics and a craving for danger that can only be settled by exploring new scenes and avenues.