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LOVE YOU JUST THE SAME
MRCD 245 0742451024524
Irish release date Sept-13
1. the mighty midshipman 2. flashes and cables 3. argonne
limit co.
4. biology tricks 5. strahan has corralled the freaks
6. all the lightning rods 7. reset anytime 8. picking up too fast
9. spiraling sideways 10. Supercar 11. silver plate complaints
12. breathe deep, not loud 13. without you
Veering from tattered, haunting folk dirges that sound like they wafted in directly from On the Beach to brutally catchy skronk anthems the likes of which have made Centro-matic the most reliably kick-ass live band in the Lone Star state, Love You Just the Same (named after one of the Johnson anthems that didn't make the cut) doesn't let up until the breathy ooh's of its towering closer „Without You‰ have melted into silence. Distressed drums splatter up against the speakers, guitars whisper and roar, organs moan, pianos explode. And Johnson raises his voice over it all like a weather-beaten flag as his lyrics loosen from bunched knots of surreal verbiage into the catchiest and most affecting reel of la la la's since Tears for Fears first sent you Head Over Heels. Each and every song on Love You Just the Same boasts Centro-matic's particular uncanny combination of emotional urgency and pop accessibility, each is an obtuse indie koan and an arena-rock fist-pumper rolled into four perfect minutes.
Press for “Distance and Clime”
-Centro-Matic hum with soothing melancholy and a gorgeous
ensemble sound. - Q
-One of the best bands in the state puts out its best album yet.- Austin
Chronicle
-“Latest LP Distance and Clime is a perfect point to wade into
the flood.” – Nick Hasted, Uncut compilation
Press for “All The Falsest Hearts Can Try”
-American bedroom
indie where acoustic and feedback lie happily together. - Uncut
-It’s hard not to imagine genuine freak-pop geniuses lurking in
the shadows of every garage in America. But that’s suggest that
there’s nothing remarakable about Johnson’s heartmelting
fractured melodicism. And that’d be very wrong indeed. - New
Music Express
Even more remarkable is the fact that each of the songs culled from the epic sessions is a keeper, a classic even. Taken together, they add up to the finest album yet by these celebrated working-class heroes of the TX underground. Veering from tattered, haunting folk dirges that sound like they wafted in directly from On the Beach to brutally catchy skronk anthems the likes of which have made Centro-matic the most reliably kick-ass live band in the Lone Star state, Love You Just the Same (named after one of the Johnson anthems that didn't make the cut) doesn't let up until the breathy ooh's of its towering closer „Without You‰ have melted into silence. Distressed drums splatter up against the speakers, guitars whisper and roar, organs moan, pianos explode. And Johnson raises his voice over it all like a weather-beaten flag as his lyrics loosen from bunched knots of surreal verbiage into the catchiest and most affecting reel of la la la's since Tears for Fears first sent you Head Over Heels. Each and every song on Love You Just the Same boasts Centro-matic's particular uncanny combination of emotional urgency and pop accessibility, each is an obtuse indie koan and an arena-rock fist-pumper rolled into four perfect minutes.
Over a constant
and grueling regimen of American and European touring with bands like
Ben Kweller, the Promise Ring, Burning Airlines, the Pernice Brothers,
Sebadoh, Varnaline and Jay Bennett, Johnson and his team have built a
rabid international fanbase and a reputation as one of the hardest-working
rock bands in the country. More than any Centro-matic album yet, this
one captures the sweat-drenched, beer-soaked tornado that the live band
conjures up night after night in clubs the nation and world over. Centro-matic's
rock-solid rhythm section (anchored by virtuosic drummer and producer
Matt Pence and overlaid by bassist Mark Hedman) and cascading piano and
throaty violin lines (provided by multi-instrumentalist Scott Danborn)
provide Johnson's vocals and guitar with a foundation that can alternately
lift him to the stars or burn away beneath his feet. When the latter happens
and Johnson's songs are stripped bare and trembling (as on gently psych-tinged
ballads like "All the Lightning Rods") the effect can be as
comfy as Meddle-era Pink Floyd or as harrowing as Sewn to the Sky-era
Smog, sometimes both at once. When it's the former (as on winning pop
numbers like "Biology Tricks" and the unquestionable "Flashes
and Cables"), the band pulls off a kind of alchemy, effortlessly
fusing indie crash and power-pop crackle into what feels, for all the
world, like the new classic rock.
