Somehow You Just Don't Get It
All the reviewers can't be wrong. This is the return of 'Indie Rock'! With comparisons to Superchunk, The Promise Ring, Weezer & Sugar this CD has it all. Songs such as 'Pretty Up, You Looked Bored & Didn't Know It Was You' all appear on this release. Go back to college and enjoy, no homework just rock! PURDUE UNIVERSITY CHRONICLE writes 'Whimsy, weird and catchy, the debut CD, 'Somehow You Just Don't Get It,'; from local pop-punk artists Sometimes Seven brings to Northwest Indiana and indelible and fresh sound the likes of retired emo band Sunny Day Real Estate crossed with The Replacements. It's the kind of sonic blast that is missing from most musical undertakings in recent memory. For once, a band gets it's Pixies influence right. While most pop-punk clones that are overplayed and do nothing but under-whelm, Sometimes Seven emerges as the anti-Linkin Park. The band not only has fun but at the same time wants to rewrite the blueprints for musical conventions. They have a plan, while most bands get together for the money and the chicks. Not this band. They clearly have an inventive style that they've built a solid foundation on, and thank Christ they've done more than just play a few chords. Here is a band that doesn't revel in the now inescapable three-chord finger stylings of Blink 182, instead, they focus on emotionally guitar-driven rock that is exactly the cure for what ails you. Of course the imediate comparisons range from Jimmy Eat World to Weezer, but you can even hear elements of Matthew Sweet, especially on the track, 'Didn't Know It Was You,' which sounds like 'I've Been Waiting' revisited. But what Sometimes Seven does is something more than imitate, reinventing the pop-punk genre with such energy and song structuring that bands like Sum 41 are an insult to the human ear. Some of the best music is the kind that encapsulates unpredictability. Each song sounds like either a revised variation of the last, but in a way that doesn't bog down the album into tired tedium. From the power-chord sweep of the opening track, 'Pretty Up,' to the Cars-like power-pop 'Baltimore' it's clear that Sometimes Seven doesn't easily fit into any genre. That's what holds the record together. The air-tight production makes each song different, and singer/songwriter Phil Avalos, on the basis of the opening song alone, intoduces to the local scene as a major rock and roll artist. Imperfections are scattered and minimal. Yes, there are times that the lyrics are playful, yet simplistic like 'Lyric Now' and some one-minute punk ditty 'She hates My Hair.' Even one songs seems a tad out-of-place. 'Down Before' sounds like an alternative country splash mixed with a wave of Buffalo Tom. (Plus, the whole G-D-Am-C chord progression has been overused by anyone who's ever picked up a guitar). But I don't dismiss the song's originality; it just feels like watching the segment on Sesame Street that teaches kids what doesn't belong. Lyrically, Avalos doesn't always aim for the heart, but the music always sounds visceral and straight from the gut. With the closing track, 'Hey Mr. Head' Sometimes Seven builds their niche into the type of music that's not only inspiring, but also sadly missing from the mainstream. Then again, if this band were anything slightly above the underground, it very well could develop into a paradox of some kind. I'm just glad that amongst all the 'popular' and familiar tunes that invade the airwaves, there's a place for us Pavement-heads and Weezer-freaks that we can call home. Sometimes Seven happily resides there, and comfortably so. Locally, this is one of the best records you will find, and I cannot wait to hear what they do next. Sometimes Seven is nothing short of shamelss fun **** (stars).'