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1. Track 1
2. Cursed 03:01
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4. Get It Off My Chest 03:41
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6. Borderline 03:07
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8. Wither Away 03:29
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10. Gaslight 03:32
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12. State Of Mind (Interlude) 00:49
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14. Who Are You Waiting For? 03:23
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16. Pedestal 04:07
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18. Straight-Laced 03:16
19. 1
20. Fake It Till You Make It 02:58
21. 1
22. SAD 03:58
23. 1
24. Serotonin 03:38
25. 1
26. Just Like Me 04:22
27. 1
28. Sense Of Self (Interlude) 00:31
29. 1
30. Devil 03:10
31. 1
32. Lungs 02:54
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So it appears that this band is something of a conduit for individuals to showcase a talent that supersedes what might otherwise be available to them. First there was Sophie Lloyd, an ex-Moth turned shredder to the stars with a list of contacts in hard rock that would make any aspiring guitarist's jaw drop. Then there's Marisa Rodriguez herself, whose name at the figurehead of the whole enterprise is perfectly justified. When a lot of hard rock is always on the hunt for a strong female vocalist, you're not finding many in the up-and-comer circuits that can surpass Rodriguez. It's why she's the only one the album cover-she's the superstar. In fact, you could go a step even further-she justifies the entire existence of Marisa And The Moths as a band. Without her, this could feel a lot less good overall, squatting in the antespace between '90s alt-rock, grunge and hard rock that, nowadays especially, can seem a little limited. It's what makes What Doesn't Kill You's 16 tracks spring out the most vociferously without a shred of subtlety to be found. There's a statement looking to be made with this album, on all fronts. Cursed is a great opener on that token, removing the rock standards entirely for piano, strings and Rodriguez's perfectly pitched emotionality that gives so much more in this kind of environment. It's also true of Straight-Laced, sporting the album's prime cut of choruses that the sparse solemnity of alt-country makes all the greater. Really, this whole piece could be just a gush session over Rodriguez as a vocalist, and it'd be perfectly justified. She's got everything you'd want-power; range; fluidity; the ability to channel the effects of her contemporaries while also sounding like her own performer. And it does speak volumes when, on average, What Doesn't Kill You's vocal lines are it's big standouts. There's an implacable determination to the way that Wither Away and Gaslight rise like columns of rock from the ocean, contrasted with Sad that's more strutting and fun. On an album that has Rodriguez wrenching herself free from abusive relationships and malicious mental perceptions, the breath of embracing humanity is truly impressive. What's even better is that she's a natural at them all, whether it's vulnerability, navigating self-love again, or rising ten miles high in an act of incredible defiance. All of that is to say there's a rather clear distinction between where she stands on this album, and where The Moths do. You'd presume so when the band's name has them effectively relegated to backing players, and while it's unfair to suggest an anonymity in performance akin to glorified session musicians... it's not totally wrong. They are responsible for the worst part of the album, that being Fake It Till You Make It and it's attempt at bouncy pseudo-punk that's too flattened and spineless to feel all that effective. Most of the rest, meanwhile, isn't too bad, but there's not much flavour to be extracted either. Rodriguez often seems mixed deliberately louder and further forward, and an instrumental palette that already has an issue with really wailing or cutting loose becomes even more sequestered. At the end of it all, What Doesn't Kill You is an album whose best and weakest fall out rather easily. A band chugging along to reach the finish line is rescued by an all-rounder of a singer, so sure in her abilities that she'll almost singlehandedly cancel out some less-than-confident steps. And though that may average out in the black, you'd really prefer something like this to be as equally rounded on all fronts. It's absolutely worth a go for Rodriguez alone; she's a genuine talent that deserves a breakthrough yesterday. Maybe that's the limit of things, though. The pattern of uber-talented singletons arising unprompted from Marisa And The Moths would suggest so.Email Signup
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