And why should they worry when they’re so fixated on our collectively inevitable end? The second album from this young crew of old-school death metal diehards, It’s Time… To Rise From the Grave is so swept up in necromania it’s sometimes hard to tell exactly who is in peril or already perished: you, them, or everyone in the world who isn’t enlisted in the militia of undead bionic mercenaries they amass during an uproarious mid-record tandem.
This issue is dedicated to our DJs — we interviewed every one of them, collected their best WHPK moments and created playlists with their favourite tracks.
Soccer Mommy’s Sophie Allison wears dissonance like camouflage, disguising the darkest dreams with bubblegum hooks and lacing sugar-coated vocals with salt. The contradiction disguises a cry for help; sweet melodies give cover to sour sentiment. Soccer Mommy has often used this technique to poke fun at Allison’s vulnerabilities, but on her latest song “Shotgun,” she welcomes the overwhelming—and often terrifying—surrender of letting yourself fall in love, knowing it’s probably going to hurt.
There’s no telling what will happen when you hand a twentysomething musician known for bedroom recordings the keys to a fancy studio. But where some artists might find themselves a bit lost in the sauce, Allison is thriving, equipped with the tools to produce a record as bombastic as the ones that first fueled her nostalgic ’90s alt rock dreams.