(This is our second annual “Favorite Songs”series. It’s a chance for Range Life fans, friends and family to shout-out and share some of the songs that made 2009 better, dancier, more deeply felt, more memorable and enjoyable. Songs are presented in no particular order. Submissions are welcome! Send a song link and whatever you want to write to email@example.com.)
Song: “No Hope Kids” by Wavves
Song Link: HERE
The problem with complete and utter immediacy is that the people who encounter it first feel like they’ve struck gold and won’t shut up about it, so by the time it hits the rest of us, it’s all wrapped up and ribboned in hype. Case in point: well… Wavves.
If you heard Wavves pre-hype, you probably thought: boy genius. If you heard Wavves post-hype, you probably thought: interminably spoiled brat.
But stepping back from the brouhaha and casually listening through mixes from the year, “No Hope Kids” is totally deserving of special attention. It’s a blast, as pure in ennui as it is in inspiration, a head-bobbing high from caffeine, pot, anxiety, decibel level, rebelliousness.
Like so much of this year’s Garage/Punk/Rock, “No Hope Kids” sounds like a thrift store vinyl collection slammed through the filter of modern sensibility. Early Beach Boys, Lou Christie, the Sex Pistols, the Ramones crash like waves into the jagged rocks of post-Bush America. Or is it the other way around? Detached, helpless, agitated, navel-gazing, restless, rambunctious post-Bush American youth sensibilities crash like waves against the last 50 years of Rock? Either way: Wavves.
And who can’t relate? Of all the things dude doesn’t have, in not having them he’s in good company. Hell, I don’t have a car. Much money. A “god”. Any time, whatsoever. But it’s satire, too. A send-up of disaffection by taking it to the extreme. And theater: aren’t we all suburban kids who start our adult lives not exactly living the dream? And tragedy, cause we live in a drugged-up, disconnected Corporate state which is going to “change” how, exactly? And Transcendent Act, since despite all the reasons not to, he’s managed to put together a song that, for two minutes, at least, frees us from the shackles and let’s the urgency of endorphins make us feel unstoppable.
Just in that fact, there’s hope, kids.