Filling up ice cube trays with peanut butter is not a good idea. Trust
me on this one, I know from experience. However, purchasing Heartbreak’s
Got Backbeat and allowing it a couple months' residence in your CD player
is a good idea. You’ll have to trust me on that as well.
Six Going on Seven’s sound is a powerful amalgamation of Pixies-like
power fuzz filtered through the Cure’s watery, chiming melodicism, with a
dash of Mineral’s rhythmic muscle thrown in for good measure. I guess
it's fair to call them emo; they do, after all, have some of the
requisite components of any "good" emo band: powerful, enveloping
vocals, brash yet tuneful guitar work and a moniker that includes not
one but two numbers. But unlike most albums these days, Heartbreak’s
Got Backbeat works better as a cohesive whole than it does on a "one good, one
bad," song-by-song basis. Each song segues into the next with effortless
grace; for instance, the propulsive rhythmic snap and guitar chug of "New/Improved!"
winds itself gently into the emotive howl and snaking bass lines that
drive "Reverse Midas." This is an album of all lean and no filler -- not one note is wasted in the hands of this mesmerizing trio. So
rather than spreading chunky Skippy all over those oh-so-useful pieces
of arctic blue plastic that reside in your freezer, take a trip down to
your local record store and check out Heartbreak’s Got Backbeat.
Remember that if nothing else, it will be a hell of a lot easier to clean up
when you're done.