Track 23: Feast - Sprints
If a secret is sinner, she's a category winner...
I get in the habit of making a huge playlist of songs I’m currently digging at the start, midpoint, and end of every year. I run those songs into the ground and then I ask Spotify to recommend some songs. Some of those songs hit. Some of them don’t. Some of them hit BIG. Sometimes the algorithm works.
One day in 2023 I was taking a walk and this song came on with a guitar tone that immediately made me pay attention. The song was loud, furious, but with big meaty hooks and a sense of playful catchiness. And this is how I was introduced to my new favorite band: SPRINTS.
I overplayed all their early singles. When I learned that SPRINTS were releasing their debut album at the start of 2024 (Letter to Self) I preordered it immediately. I bought a shirt with it. I preordered their singles compilation on vinyl. I finally saw them live in Cambridge this Fall, with a fantastic performance met with a severely disappointing crowd reaction (you can tell the band was like - WTF, Boston? They even talked trash about us at a Philly show. Boston - be better).
I really love Letter to Self, but if I’m being completely honest, it doesn’t completely match the charge I get out of the early singles. It pulls its punches a bit too often sometimes. It feels surprisingly timid, almost afraid to be too aggressive and playful.
And then SPRINTS released Feast earlier this fall. And I was like, “Okay, there they are.” The song is everything I love about the band: loud, catchy, angry, gay. It’s really a can’t read a book by its cover anthem by Karla Chubb, who is proudly gay and is not taking any shit about it. She may have been a good God fearing woman at one point. now god should fear her, and she makes that plenty plain on Feast. How she screams “KILLER OF A LOOK” when the chorus kicks back in near the end of the song never fails to send me.
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