{"id":28078,"date":"2019-05-23T12:55:00","date_gmt":"2019-05-23T16:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/?p=28078"},"modified":"2019-05-24T17:04:35","modified_gmt":"2019-05-24T21:04:35","slug":"playing-philly-big-nothing-chris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.audiofemme.com\/playing-philly-big-nothing-chris\/","title":{"rendered":"PLAYING PHILLY: Big Nothing is Back With Debut LP “Chris”"},"content":{"rendered":"

When Philly four-piece Big Nothing<\/a> broke onto the scene back in 2017 with their self-titled 7\u201d EP, they brought with them an impressive lineage. Guitarist Pat Graham fronted the punk trio, Spraynard, and fellow guitarist Matt Quinn played with Beach Slang\u2019s Ed McNulty in band Crybaby. Liz Parsons played bass in NJ punk outfit Casual, and Chris Jordan (drums) hails from Gainesville, FL\u2019s Young Livers. With that level of punk rock pedigree, it\u2019s not shocking that their first release was well received, but with just four tracks clocking in around ten minutes total, it left fans in the Philadelphia scene wanting more. <\/span><\/p>\n

Two years after their debut, Big Nothing has delivered. <\/span>Chris<\/span><\/i><\/a>, the band\u2019s first LP, dropped May 10th, and it brings with it a heavy dose of 90\u2019s-era indie (think: Superchunk), with laidback skate-punk vocals and the looseness of garage acts like the Replacements. What really sets <\/span>Chris<\/span><\/i> apart though is the piercing melancholic backdrop of the album juxtaposed against the infectious riffs that are on display in almost every song. <\/span><\/p>\n

Big Nothing seems to have the unique ability to peer into the vast void of existence, and pull out songs that are sublimely catchy yet steeped in personal catharsis. “Being in a band is often a cheap alternative to therapy,” quips the group in their bio, and you\u2019re inclined to believe them. As a whole, <\/span>Chris<\/span><\/i> is self-reflective and angsty\u2014hurling itself toward big questions of existentialism (“If I don\u2019t know why I\u2019m looking\/then what can I hope to find out?” rasps the album’s opening track “Waste My Time”) just as quickly as it voices more immediate frustrations (“I\u2019m caught in a daydream about leaving here for good\/Maybe if I move down to Virginia, I\u2019ll find myself in a better mood” on \u201cAutopilot\u201d). <\/span><\/p>\n

Though it grapples with understanding the looming \u201cbig nothing\u201d that challenges our existence, the album is exceptionally big-hearted and vulnerable. It\u2019s an accessible meditation on the human condition that speaks directly to lingering quarter-life anxietie<\/span>s<\/span><\/i> but also has you singing along to its massive hooks\u2014relishing in melancholy rather than being dragged down by it.<\/span><\/p>\n

While the full album is worth a cover-to-cover listen (and with three different songwriters writing in widely different lyrical styles, you\u2019d be cheating yourself if you tried to cherry pick), entry points to the LP include its lead single \u201cReal Name,\u201d featuring a bursting chorus and achingly relatable lyrics on being \u201cseen,\u201d and \u201cHoney,\u201d a track with soaring melodies and themes of externally seeking self-validation. <\/span><\/p>\n

Listen to <\/span>Chris<\/span><\/i> via Bandcamp below, and follow the band on Facebook<\/a> for updated tour dates if you want to see what promises to be a dynamic stage show with your own eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n