Nobody plays emo anymore. The Promise Ring have given it up for pop songs. The Get Up Kids are too obsessed with Weezer and now Cheap Trick. Jade Tree can’t find anything besides the artsy junk of Euphone. Hell, K-Tel’s putting out a best-of compilation for the genre because it’s as outdated as ‘80s hair metal. So it comes as no surprise that the guys in Sense Field have bolted emo haven Revelation for the greener pastures of Warner Bros. and completely changed their style.
It does, however, come as a surprise that the band now sounds as generic as Oleander and Eve 6.
In hindsight I suppose this should have been obvious. A band with little previous commerical appeal signs with a major. That band then gives its new record an eponymous title as a way of saying, “This is us, this is our new sound.” That band then shows up on the Pixies’ Where Is My Mind? tribute and does a horrible version of “Caribou.”
I hate bashing bands for signing to a major. I hate using the words “sell” and “out” in consecutive order. But Sense Field’s new album is modern rock garbage, completely indistinguishable from the dreck on radio today. The record is cluttered with lame studio effects like the white noise at the start of “War of the Worlds” and lacks anything resembling a decent song. Gone are the interesting melodies and thoughtful lyrics of Building and the Revelation EPs. Here is vapid love song after vapid love song with chord progressions less varied than those of the Ramones.
Sense Field was once a very interesting and often times very good band. Sense Field is now stale, soulless radio fodder and Sense Field, the album, is about as disappointing as an album can be.