‘just past the exit with the truck stop’: A Quiet Collapse in Slow Motion
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Brood22’s new EP ‘just past the exit with the truck stop’ rings hollow like sound bouncing off an empty desert wall: distant, slow, but with so much meaning between the lines. Written in the emptiness of Southern Arizona and inspired by the Northwest’s bleakness, it explores themes of loneliness, slow-motion escape, and toxic patterns. There are no shouts here or big budget production to hide behind—just a willingness to settle into the silence and let the fuzzed guitars and spacey arrangements do the talking. The personal statements are so raw it’s almost a relief to share the feeling. This isn’t the kind of thing you blast in the car to forget about your problems. You listen to it to feel like someone else out there is carrying the weight with you.
The opener “hedonismbot” is a slow leak of dissatisfaction that’s wrapped in warm distortion and words that drift away before you can quite make them out. The mood is slouched and stubborn, like walking home alone late at night with no one but your own thoughts to keep you company. “this again” sucks you further into the spiral of unlearned lessons with a hushed groove and mumbling delivery that set the defeated tone of its title. “genderless fuck monster” is where it gets both jarring and hypnotic. The EP finally snarls and fuzz kicks into higher gear, emotion starting to leak out from under the wall of quiet and settling into a meditative half-apology, half-therapy session that’s oddly cathartic.
“bottle of sleep” brings things back down again in a cloud of half-remembered words and exhausted repetition like a lullaby made of fatigue. It sums up that “too tired to fix it but too wired to sleep” feeling better than most. The closer, “funnel web”, lures you into one last stoned trance as the guitars ripple in slow-motion waves and vocals that feel more buried than sung—almost like someone resigned to the cycle but still singing along with it as it passes. Brood22 don’t have the answers but they’re not afraid to hold up a mirror and let us see what we want to in return. This EP is less of a point in time and more of a mood: grimy, lost and, in its own weird way, soothingly familiar.
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