I’ve been thinking a bit about yesterday’s post. I ragged on politically charged records, maintaining that artist’s opinions, no matter how revolutionary, just aren’t that interesting when articulated in their music. That’s all well and good, but today, I heard The Wombats’ A Guide to Love, Loss, & Desperation—another post-Camp! indie-pop record about love, love, and love. I thoroughly enjoyed it. That got me questioning most of the music that I listen to. What’s it all about? Love. Why do I place a high value on homogenous music that revolves around a topic that’s been already beaten to death, and at the same time disregard music that might actually have something interesting to say? In yesterday’s post, I chalked this phenomenon up to the artists that care more about their political ideals than the actual music, but I’m not sure that this is always true. I’m going to try to convince myself that it is true for the moment, instead of facing what may actually be reality—at this point in life, I’m more interested in angsty, love-centric music than that boring political stuff.
The Wombats’ front man Matthew Murphy says it best in School Uniforms, “short skirts, long hair, my hormones flying everywhere.” Or on the very next track, Here Comes the Anxiety, “I hope that no one leaves, because I don’t want to be alone with me.”
This is why I love me some whiny indie pop. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m still an obnoxious teenager who responds well to vague, horoscope-ready lyrics and sunny, poppy synthesizers. Maybe it’s just a phase that I’ll grow out of, but for now, haters gon’ hate.
Swole Ear 
Very introspective for a lovestruck teenager. There’s nothing wrong with liking music because you like it (although it is hard to stretch that out into a review). And thank you for the “haters gon’ hate.” It had been almost a week since you gave us one of those. Does that mean Lovers gon’ love? Maybe that would be a good song for your to write.