Review Summary: thumbs up, thumbs down
There’s not much to say here because, as Spoonboy says in the last song of this three-track EP, ‘words never carried much truth anyway / and I couldn’t know what to say, so I let it lay’. And he puts down his guitar and that’s that.
Spoonboy, aka David Combs, has been a staple of the Washington D.C. DIY scene for about forever now. He’s not going away, his new album with his band
The Max Levine Ensemble is currently streaming at a jukebox in a venue in D.C.. But, having played his last show last night with
Nana Grizol and
Art Sorority For Girls at that very venue, Spoonboy is now done.
These last three songs are nothing special, there’s no ‘final goodbye’ bull*** being shoved into their shared sentiments, and that’s just how it should be. These three folk-pop-punk songs bare the same tales of queer anxiety that’s decorated Spoonboy’s music since the beginning, and its okay because Spoonboy never wrote a bad song anyway. Nothing heavy-handed, just three last songs that are as charmingly nervous and comforting as they’ve always been.
Spoonboy has always been a project that deliberately aims to comfort the listener, take their hand and listen to their anxieties. So it’s okay to be sad that Spoonboy is gone. But it’s also okay because life goes on anyway.
Everything is weird. Nothing is weird.
