>>From the outset of the Wild One by Blackout Balter attention is demanded. The bent guitar strings in the first few seconds causes pause, but the song never hesitates, it comes in like a caped super hero stealing your interest away from your surroundings, encapsulating and exotic. The vocals are familiar without sounding similar, a slight tremolo on the end of each biting line that ends in the occasional upturned breath.
Despite the lyrics in the chorus making it seem that there is no hope to “take me anywhere” the chorus is uplifting. “Sewing the pieces together just right” is an intrinsic right of hope, a delicate balance of arranging things in a way that finally makes sense and is something that everyone can relate to right now. This isn’t quickly penned lyrics from a set of refrigerator magnets or taken from the high school notebook of a puppy in love, these are written in earnest, written to perform function of the melody and to coagulate the ephemeral feeling of the song. If anything, it’s over too quickly, but that of course is deliberate nuance veiled in perfunctory musicianship, a sign of talent and career song writing.
The song takes a curious path at the 2:40 second mark. There’s a breakdown that changes up the beats per minute. It’s another attention grabber, but this time less so than the super hero beginning. But now over two minutes into the fight, the side kick shows up, and once again your attention is stolen. The breakdown is swift and loops back to the chorus, it’s a changeup pitch, one to keep you on your toes, and performs well.
Blackout Balter is a familiar stranger. While it sounds like it could belong anywhere, and there’s something about it that feels comfortable, it’s difficult to compare it to anything else. That’s something that doesn’t come around very often. Now grab a tumbler and dance.