Tim Darcy, frontman of the less than ordinary post-punk band “Ought,” released his solo debut album spoofing the typical crooning singer/songwriter album with a subtle but chaotic clash of off-kilter guitars and spacey, lo-fi production to a nightmarish effect. “Ought” has experienced a weird branding, being a bit overrated and slightly misunderstood by critics who’ve interpreted them as an avant garde band reminiscent of the ‘60s.
I spoke with the drummer of the band at the 2016 Shaky Knees Music Festival in Atlanta and he expressed opposition to the idea that “Ought” is anything more than an average rock band. It may of just been humility but he even went as far as to say the only thing that separates “Ought” from the bands in their hometown of Montreal is the critics ‘choosing’ them as if it were a lottery.
Something very similar is happening here within the reviews for Darcy’s LP. Critics have overblown this record and have been staging him as though he were a modern-day Jim Morrison. Many of these reviews have idolized the positive qualities of the LP without explaining what they didn’t enjoy.
Darcy is just what he puts out there, a regular guy expressing some of the internal turmoil he’s experienced as an introverted rock star. He’s finding his way through the mundane things of life while just trying to keep his shit together on the inside. That inward focus is what makes this solo project so engaging.
The album starts off much like any “Ought” record would, flashy and energetic with Darcy’s familiar, yelpy vocals leading. The direction of the album changes on the second track, “Joan Pt 1, 2.” The production becomes very uneasy and distorted, almost psychedelic, as the LP progresses. Most of the songs become mid-tempo ballads not standing out from one another.
One track I did enjoy was “Still Waking Up.” Darcy plays around with crooner trope here, utilizing a slicked-back attitude to entice a lover with clever and intentionally pretentious wordplay. It’s all done ironically, to add to the chauvinistic delusion.
The title track, “Saturday Night,” is when we’re introduced to a more frenetic and tormented guitar emerging throughout the record, becoming much more obvious during Darcy’s “quiet” moments. The album becomes really dull from this point on, with only the odd texture of the soundscapes to keep the listener alert. Perhaps it symbolizes Darcy’s own Saturday nights as being a time to retreat into his own mind, a very dreary and visceral place.
Darcy’s “Saturday Night” ends with a haunting instrumental piece embracing the chaos with random piano plinks and tortured chords trembling throughout. “Beyond Me” is the soundtrack of a night-terror and surrender to an inescapable madness.
“Saturday Night” is no pop record but if the listener can get past the weirdness of it all and some of dreary parts of this record, the experience can be appreciated. The record is just too slow and Darcy’s vocals are more tame than on “Ought,” which is part of what made them so successful.
I won’t be replaying the album anytime soon but the overall concept is alluring and unusual enough to recommend at least one listen. It’s not a direction Darcy should maintain nor would I like to see this flow off into “Ought,” but I can appreciate an artist’s need to produce something outside the typical venue. I would rate this album as C- to C.
Published in The Stallion on March 21, 2017.
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