American Wrestlers (Noah)
American Wrestlers are the kind of band (or one-man set-up) that had me asking John Laird “Is this too emo?” The outfit, a one-man bedroom project from Scotsman Gary McLure, blends McLure’s aching vocals with a wash of a fuzz, pianos, strings, and a general crescendoing sound in a way that played by the wrong person could be self-important, whiny dreck. McLure, luckily for all of us, is not that person. Instead, American Wrestlers’ music treads the line between overly-sweet emo crap, and a sonic profile that while opening up space for the listener to pine and wonder and over-emote, pulls back before going too far. This is music that you might play post-breakup, when you can’t see because you’re crying and the thought of stepping out of the darkness of your room is just too much, but it’s also bigger, more inclusive, a melange of instruments (new and old) that open the door to whatever mood might be leaning on your chest.
Emo? Maybe, but who cares? Great track that will be on my year end best of.