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The Pattern
Real Feelness

I intended to tell you all about The Pattern's excellent debut album through some personal experience. You know, let you in on how Real Feelness made me really feel. Yet here I am, listening to the Oakland quintet's first longplayer for the gazillionth time and, though I thoroughly enjoy it, I can't think of one damn interesting/entertaining story that has come from spinning this record tirelessly over the last couple a months.

But don't blame the album; blame my uninspired life. Let Real Feelness stand as plain evidence that I am plain tired of reviewing music — the band names change, but the adjectives remain the same. Do they swagger, strut, sneer and grind? Do they have loads of energy? Mean riffs, trashy drums and snotty vocals? Well, I never! Wait, wait, wait — who are we talking about again? Every band I've ever written about? It's quite possible.

It's both bewildering and frightening how much I don't care about music lately. Silent car rides, Walkman-less walks and Hank-free Sundays — what has my life come to?

I'm sorry, members of The Pattern, for your wonderful album stands at the helm of my disillusionment. But the good news is I have no better album to exemplify my current dissatisfaction with music. While any other album might do so by simply consisting of boring music, the striking thing about yours is the pure shock that such exciting tunes will not excite me.

Honestly, it's not the fault of any of the record's 12 exhilarating tracks. It's all timed right, crisp and clean. It's loud and slamming. And, most importantly, it's got these great whiny-but-powerful lead vocals that you can't help being affected by in one way or another.

That is, unless you are, like me, somewhere else.

I guess when you're lost, the music has a hard time finding/hitting you. I miss being hit by music. I miss crying myself to sleep or dancing in the living room listening to the best album ever made (or that other best album ever made). Or finding a jolt of motivation, revelation or general tidal-wave-like surge of emotion from ingesting music alone. If the music that touches you says something about who you are, it must also change as you do and get lost as you do. When you're not sure who you are, finding music you can connect to is like feeling around for a tack in the shag carpet — it's disgustingly difficult to find, but you'll definitely know it when you do.

Back to The Pattern. Real Feelness got me thinking about these sorts of things because it's such a great album — the sort of sloppy punk rock that makes you think of getting crazy and acting stupid, the sort of snotty-ass attitude-drenched punk I've had fun with for years. And beyond that, sincerity, thought and emotion hold strong ground beneath the racy, rumbling rhythms and dangerously infectious melodies. Many (maybe too many) times you'll find this garage-tinged punk-rock recipe, roll your eyes, scoff and remark sarcastically, "Wow, the originality is killing me!" Other (perhaps fewer) times, you'll really dig it, and find your eyes maintaining a straight-ahead stare and your normally quick-witted self at a loss for the usual sarcasm with which to giggle to yourself. Real Feelness, of course, evokes the latter reaction — which is why I often stuck swabs in my ears to check for any blockages during my countless Real Feelness listening sessions. If I'd had an MRI, my brain would have had a sign hung unevenly from it, reading "Not Interested."

Believe me, Real Feelness is an incredible album that swaggers, struts, sneers, grinds and sweats ... uh-oh! Seriously, it's fine music that deserves your attention. Me? All I can find is damn fuzz balls in this shag. Don't worry, a prick is in my future. And, oh boy, when it comes, it's gonna hurt so good!

by Jenny Tatone

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