Coinslot
- Smile, Music Is Dead
Issue
#81
Dec.
'05
“I
use to believe in nonsensical things…”
Coinslot,
from Bloomington, IN, open their EP, Smile,
Music Is Dead, with a statement of adolescence. Whatever The F**k I Want
is from the view point of one forced to accept growing up as an
obligation
rather than a learning experience. Using the desire to find oneself
(instead of
being force fed the adult “real” world) as the
metaphor to set the pace for the
band, this foursome of young Alt. Punk/Oi/Ska Rockers give the
establishment a
serious slap in the face and have a genuinely good time doing so.
They’re young,
they’re fresh,
they’re exciting, and they rock with all the swagger of those
that have nothing
to lose and the world to gain. Coinslot
uses a basic 3-piece set up with Neil (guitars),
Pete (bass), and Jim (drums) capturing a multitude of
sounds/genres that allow the band to stretch into whatever direction
they
choose:
“Who
are you suppose to be now? /
I’m
whoever I say that I wanna be today /
And maybe /
that’s nothing special.”
With Jessica
(vocals [note: last names are mysteriously never referred
to anywhere in regards to the band]) crooning, belting, screaming,
cooing, and
generally using all of her talented voice to vocalize the incantations
of a
band growing into what they want to be, whether that’s
something special or
not, Coinslot states: screw what
we’re suppose to be, this is us.
“I
use to believe…”
And so Coinslot
backs it up with, what else? A few nonsensical songs that
prove you need not have a serious message nor anything special to have
a damn
good time rocking out. The aptly titled Peanuts And Car Exhaust (huh?),
blasts
a bass rhythm line that leads a Punk Rave with enough energy to bounce
everyone
off the walls and the moon. Sing along as Jess, sounding like a real
kick-ass
Gwen Stefani, exclaims: “With a
knife /
I’ll make my sandwich / and it’s real good / Like
real friggin’ good.”
(huh?) What exactly are we singing about as Coinslot
pushes it to the max? (Italians and Dinosaurs ruling the
world [huh?]). We don’t know, maybe even Coinslot
doesn’t know, but it doesn’t matter, it’s
nothing special, because when the band
breaks the song down in the middle for a bit of a skat interlude with
each
member spitting it out and then back into the punk rave to send us home
in
double and triple time, the words/subject matter become irrelevant to
the sheer
pleasure of the music.
Jumping ahead to The
Adventures Of Nermal Jane, where Ska & Oi
collide in the mosh pit
for another good time nonsensical tune of high energy dance fun. Using
an
Amazon Barbie Dollhouse as the base to this story, which includes a
clap &
snap breakdown, Coinslot delivers
an
odd but realistic moral message about respecting each person for who
they are
(which may or may not have anything to do with Nermal Jane’s
tragic tale of the
lost dollhouse). Here Coinslot uses
Rude Boy style ringing guitars and full band backing vocals -
“It’s in her hair, Yo!
Whooooaaaa, Whoooaaaa,
Oi! Oi!” - to bash out a skank so powerful that we
have to go back to
“Night Boat To Ciaro” by Madness and
“Mirror In The Bathroom” by The English
Beat to remember having this much fun.
Why Not and Monstrosity balance the disc as
they
take on more formalized themes, both showcasing Jessica’s
vocals and the
ability of the band to structure the music around the subject. Why
Not is a down and dirty charger that relates to the
pissed off state of
an abandoned girlfriend, who after a sweet, sexy, and matter-of-factly
pointed
observation, finally exposes her claws - “I’ve
had enough of this…shit” - and lays down
the law: “No / I won’t be
there when you call / No / I won’t fuckin’ be there.”
Even when she reigns it back in and regains her composure you can feel
and hear
her seething build along with the music only to explode once again.
Both the
vocals and music carry this message to perfection and give us a taste
of just
how special Coinslot can be.
The same for Monstrosity.
It starts as a slow ballad(?), as Jessica croons
about a date at the
circus: “What a perfect day / What a
happy night,”
but velvet vocals turn to sharp rock-rap as the ballad-esque
instrumentation
turns into a punky-funky jam mess that carries the absurdity of the
circus date
turning into a freak/sideshow, which in turn trips over itself as it
tries to
return to the perfect day and happy night. It illustrates the
monstrosity
anything can turn into, and when the song breaks into a psycho-speed,
pseudo-traditional jewish/greek wedding march complete with Spanish(?)
lyrics,
we are left a bit amazed.
The closer, Estrogenocide,
captures Coinslot as a complete
band, giving us another look (along with Whatever The F**k I Want and Why Not)
at their future and how they can become a force to be reckoned with.
This
showstopper exudes the style, attitude, structure, and composition
reserved for
veteran bands. Using speed chords to uphold the cries of
Jessica’s lonely,
messed-up, love-sick, innocent, wallflower in need of attention girl,
“So
Lonely /
So Lonely /
So
Lonely / That I /
Think I /
So Lonely /
So Lonely /
So Lonely / That I
I Think I /
Love You”
Coinslot works
the emotions perfectly. Progressing to drums, stick work, guitar, and
bass that
all tip toe along only to explode and exploit the fragileness of our
tragic
figure as she begs, “Please, please,
please, please, please, sleep with me…”
the music carries it off.
Scattering yet still reigned in to the point, heart and vision of the
story, it
all holds together well, while teetering on the edge. It
doesn’t escape itself
and shows the maturity of a band that’s growing up.
“Who
are you suppose to be now? /
I’m
whoever I say that I wanna be today /
And maybe /
that’s nothing special.”
Coinslot is
something special.
Believe it.
Coinslot
- Smile, Music Is Dead
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