Youngsville's "Mr. Purdy" from their upcoming album, Hometown Relics
An insightful and cerebral journey of measured existence from beyond.
At some point in the quest, after all the rabbits are caught, after all the monies are spent, after all the pots of gold are found, the realization of existence settles in to render the whole damn thing questionable. Infuriating at least. Zombified at most. Death would be an honorable relief.
In that moment of awareness, individuals will either seek outwardly the reasons or seek inwardly the knowing. Immediately, the mind gets put on notice and the whole thing becomes an unstable nuclear reactor for the brutes in that little pit of grey matter, fighting the mind, where energy can not only be harnessed by the knowing, it can be extrapolated by gratitude and acceptance. The old must die and the new must survive. And it all must be done in the now.
To be fully immersed into a realm, one must let go of the programming and the false conditioning; the person we created just to survive the whole damn thing. Once we lay down our arms and are invited to enter the sanctuary of peace, we can allow ourselves to be vulnerable with not only the outside world, but explosively with our own, true, creative self. But only after, and if we are first honest with ourselves. Mr. Purdy reminds us from beyond the spirit world to “tell the truth.”
Mr. Purdy is to cocoon the outside noise, blocking out all artificial interference from the galactic experience. The song is successful at human levitation as the needle will naturally groove to the next banger of a coma-recovery jam, snapping the listener from sudden ice-cold to boiling-hot assault on the auditory sensors, only the floor to break the orbital re-entry. Brutal and merciless the listener must physically stop Track 9 to meditate, and mourn the loss, much like a deep ocean diver would take time to allow the nitrogen in their blood to stabilize before surfacing…mourning their dive buddy who was violently eaten by a vicious deep sea creature.
Mr. Purdy has the perfect bass tone and sinister movement to carry the listener gently along the journey, as it supports the deeper vocals of Cody singing, while Carlos’s production/arrangement pops and whiffs of high energy electric guitar and Mickey’s keys add the harrowing effects required to joust the listener out of the pit of despair and into pleasant buoyancy with Ryan’s muted snares adding a gentle timbre to vibrational pulls and sonic range that fills a haunting and epically convincing soundscape. The soundscapes and messages are not only harmonized, they are eerily derived from the spirits of those who never came back, through an uncanny story written by Cody.
The song is more than a ballad about addiction, brotherhood, and awakening, it’s a powerful tale of explosive and volatile energies both within the human soul and the psyche of deranged mad men on the never-ending quest to find that elusive edge. The final and damning edge solely there to release the prisoner from their shackles. Some will never stop, like Wile E. Coyote, and those of us fools who never learned from his many, many miscalculations, well, we simply continue on…until we can no longer put the pieces back together and the ether overtakes us.
Or we get hit by a 1986 Bounder running a red-light on Central, walking into the Launchpad on February 16th to celebrate with the famed time travelers.
Stringer