Album on Rotation Today—Morbid Stuff by PUP

PUP: Morbid Stuff Album Review | Pitchfork:

Their acceptance of anger as a gift is nonetheless a bold gesture at a time when the language of self-care has become fetishized and commercialized—the gang yells just cause you’re sad again, it doesn’t make you special at all” at least a dozen times during Free At Last,” and we can take the song’s rapturous reception as proof that it’s a message that fans wanted to hear as much as they needed to. It’s possible to work towards improvement while feeling like a total fucking loser—your shrink calls that a dialectic, and Morbid Stuff is 37 minutes of safe, sweaty space to process your worst feelings when a half-assed meltdown just won’t cut it.

If FM radio was still a thing, Kids would have been played on the hour, every hour, for two years.


May 8, 2020