Imagine the loud and ambitious neighborhood band that always practiced in garages and occasionally made an appearance in the cul-de-sac, and you might think of a sound similar to Connecticut’s Beijing.
The group’s debut EP, is the hybrid of an earnest endeavor and a hardcore sound, with inklings of the uncomplicated temperament prominent with young ‘90s bands.
The lyrics are straightforward, but vocalist Eric Thornberg strains his voice enough to convey notable emotion. His appropriately drawn-out and somewhat scratchy voice both speaks of frustration and aches for some kind of resolution.
The album is at its noisiest during the first half, although the whole thing indulges in heavy instrumentation.
Whereas “Glitch” is broken up with Thornberg’s heavy “la” bellows, “Hands In Front” is thoroughly pervaded with Thornberg’s harsh voice.
His screeches are a fitting response to lyrics reminiscent of anger and betrayal. The music only quiets down at points to unveil, “How could I forget the lies you’re telling me? / You want it all for free.”
“Come Right Back” brings a similar, yet less rambunctious sound with a slower tempo and less intense vocals.
This softness is especially realized in breathy vocals near the middle of the song. It’s an abrupt transition into a more vulnerable disposition.
Thornberg’s vague but emotional lyrics suggest that he’s not quite desperate enough to beg, but he’s honest enough to admit his love for the song’s obvious recipient.
