Neil Fridd has a lot to say, or yell rather, about love, but Terror Pigeon Dance Revolts not just the usual crying about broken hearts. It’s more of an open ended invitation to his own thoughts about the topic and how its been treating him so far. These ironic, sarcastic, and inspiring words clawing to get out are what caused him to start the band in the first place a few years ago, and the resulting record is the explosion of emotion thats handled in the rowdiest way possible, through sloppy group indie- pop. They weren’t messing around when they called it Have the Best Day of Your Life!
Endlessly building opener Snake Bites lets you know every step of the way that everythings going to be all right as the notes buzz and the drums drive. The advice is given more like a conversation with a friend, but thats just Fridds writing style, transparent, blunt, and all too adorable. Just as he professes his like for you, he takes the next track to tell you hes sorry for being a jerk with a little light punk tone to help him out. The record goes back and forth between cute and innocent love and out right expletive filled hate, but for the most part its all about keeping your head up no matter what, and you cant say no to a message like that.
To help him out, Fridd enlisted a slew of musicians to join him in yelling out his words and add a touch of irresistibly catchy basement rock to back it all up. Theres a strong feeling of revelry here with mass sing-a-longs bursting out on every track. Lo-tech keys with scatter brained percussion keep the energy at its fullest never nearing a lull even when going down tempo. Lotdwykirthbr breaks out the saxophone for another layer to stir up a frenzy, and Fast Forward Regrets swirls the synths around as Fridd takes things in a slightly darker direction, and unfortunately its short lived.
Throughout the ups and downs, Have the Best Day in an amazingly positive record with lines like Were gunna make it through all the shit, every fucking day, every fucking way from In Your Face Sickness taking the prize for most uplifting line, and song for that matter, of the album. That kind of youthful optimism pulls on your inner child and romantic at the same time. Snow Day beckons that child to come out and play, and then asks you to believe in life on the last track Ride Friendship as they chant Were alive, were in love, weve got hope just because. These short quips are how they get their message out, by sticking to a couple of lines and putting all the power behind ever word.
Striking a TV on the Radio like note, My Favorite Hair breaks out the new wave soul with a heavier beat, and when the horns kick in, the energy peaks again. Its the longest track offered, and easily one of the best. Songs like this make it hard to peg Terror Pigeon down on any one style as they move across the boards of neo-this and post-that. Really, its a basement dance record that requires ample amounts of confetti, balloons, and some friends to jump around with.
With so much in your face vigor, the 10 tracks seem to fly by, and at the end, its hard not to turn back the record and start it over again. Its just so easy to get caught up in the moment, showing you what good music is supposed to do by providing an escape. The low production value and one take fits all attitude only adds to the smiling charm that Fridd carries with him. Ive never been good at picking out feel good cards, especially for someone whos stuck in a rut, but next time I think Ill skip Hallmark and send them this record.