6.8
Music  |  Reviews

The Henry Clay People: Twenty-Five for the Rest of Our Lives

[TDB Records]

June 26, 2012  |  2:24pm
The Henry Clay People: <i>Twenty-Five for the Rest of Our Lives</i>

L.A. rockers on a quest to recapture the spark of their bar-band days

Twenty-five. The last birthday that matters, that really means something (until social security kicks in, anyway). At 25, you qualify for a rental car, sans co-sign. It ain’t the same as being able to finally, legally pound shots at the neighborhood bar you’ve been sneaking into for years, but it’s something.

Los Angeles band The Henry Clay People’s latest is a tribute to this sweet spot of early, post-college adulthood, all snarling punk vocals, jackhammer bass downstroking and crackling, hi-gain guitars that cut like coke-mirror razor blades. The short days and long nights, the drunken mishaps and ill-advised ephedrine benders—they’re all here, ghosts of a more reckless, carefree time when the band was in it for the buzz and nothing else.

After time-warping psychedelic nugget “Bob’s Memoirs” opens the record, the title track explodes as if you’ve stepped on a land mine of romanticized youth. “I want to turn 25 for the rest of our lives!” screams singer/guitarist Joey Siara, flipping a defiant bird to the passing of time before tacking on ten-foot-tall-and-bulletproof proclamation, “We don’t know how to die!”

This is a blitzkrieg (bop) of a record, a gasping sprint through 11 songs in just 31 minutes—frenetic and kinetic; bratty, naive, unapologetically nostalgic, a celebration of youth, rock ’n’ roll, and playing rock ’n’ roll while clinging to youth. Toward the end, the album does get a bit exhausting and monotonous, inspiring the same kind of anxious, hollow feeling you might get watching the sun creep unforgivingly over the horizon after being up all night chugging whiskey and smoking cigarettes around the backyard fire of some spontaneous after-hours house party. But it all works in context.

On Twenty-Five for the Rest of Our Lives, The Henry Clay People chip away at the same rich, nocturnal territory rock ’n’ roll bands have been mining for years, from Mick Jagger screaming, “the sunshine bores the daylights out of me,” on the Stones’ “Rocks Off” to The Replacements’ all-revved-up-with-no-place-to-go lament “Shiftless When Idle.” But instead of being right in the debauched moment, Twenty-Five is a mostly rose-colored glance back at this period in the life of The Henry Clay People.

Over the last few years, as they’ve experienced their first significant successes—and the responsibility and potential compromises that can come with them—the band started longing for the purity and innocence of those twentysomething nights spent prowling the scene, playing Long Beach bars for kicks. So this new album is an attempt to return to the purity and fun of their early days; to get back to the core of why they started blasting out all these tunes in the first place. It seems they’ve learned an important lesson, one so simply and effectively expressed by former Sun Studio engineer and rock ’n’ roll guru Cowboy Jack Clement when he said, “We’re in the fun business. If we’re not having fun, we’re not doing our jobs.”

By that standard, congratulations Henry Clay People—job well done.

comments powered by Disqus
Load More