Review of “Nude Descending Staircase Headless” Album Focuses on Teen Suicide
In the realm of modern shoegaze and slowcore music, there’s a prevailing trend that can feel somewhat tiresome. Over the past decade, these genres have experienced a significant resurgence, particularly in the wake of the COVID-19 pandemic and the resulting shift towards online presence and digital spaces. While there have been some innovative exceptions to this trend, much of the recent output in this style has felt like a regurgitation of past influences, lacking a sense of originality or distinctiveness. Bands like my bloody valentine, Slowdive, Cocteau Twins, the Jesus and Mary Chain, and Lush, though respected in their time, have seen their influence echoed in a multitude of contemporary acts without necessarily bringing anything new to the table.
This sentiment sets the stage for Baltimore-based indie rockers Teen Suicide and their latest album, which has raised questions about the band’s relevance in the current musical landscape. Having been part of the early wave of shoegaze resurgence, Teen Suicide (now reverting to their original name after a brief stint as American Pleasure Club) helped shape the lo-fi, dreamy guitar rock sound that has permeated indie scenes over the past several years. However, with the release of “Nude descending staircase headless,” their fourth album, some listeners are left wondering if the band has evolved enough to distinguish themselves from their contemporaries or if they have become stagnant in their genre.
The album’s title, inspired by a Marcel Duchamp artwork, aptly captures the eerie and meandering nature of the music found within. Songs like “Suffering (Mike’s Way)” showcase Teen Suicide’s ability to create definition through opposition, with its repetitive, “it’s not” lyrical structure adding an energetic touch to an otherwise subdued record. However, much of the album lacks the lyrical specificity that characterized the band’s earlier work, resulting in a somewhat aimless listening experience. Tracks such as “Everything in my life is perfect” fail to leave a lasting impact, with attempts at shock value falling flat amidst hazy, distorted arrangements that struggle to find their footing.
While moments of brilliance do shine through on tracks like “Anhedonia” and “Living death,” where the band’s falsetto vocals and heavy instrumentation collide in captivating ways, these instances are few and far between. The overall lack of cohesion and distinctiveness in the album makes it difficult to differentiate between songs, leading to a sense of monotony that pervades much of the listening experience. Despite glimpses of potential, “Nude descending staircase headless” ultimately falls short of making a lasting impression in an oversaturated musical landscape.
In conclusion, Teen Suicide’s latest album showcases glimpses of their past brilliance but ultimately fails to deliver a cohesive and engaging listening experience. As the band grapples with the weight of their early influence on the shoegaze genre, they find themselves struggling to carve out a unique space in a scene saturated with derivative offerings. While there are moments of promise scattered throughout the album, the overall lack of direction and innovation prevents it from standing out amidst a sea of similar releases.