This week, Kerrang! magazine is running an article about ‘The amazing untold story’ of emo, featuring the bands who rebelled for a generation, yadayada. While Kerrang! aren’t specifically to blame for the ruination of the genre, they are fallible, in my eyes, in their evident failure to support the UK underground during the genre’s promising growth, an untold story in itself. What would a bit of national pride done for a band like Cape Canaveral, who recently released ‘Scrapbook‘, a collection of their material released during their active years between 1998-2006. You may have caught them live supporting the likes of Hundred Reasons, The Copperpot Journals, Garrison and more besides. There were probably many other factors at work that caused them never to get that break, as with so many bands below the surface.
Still, ‘Scrapbook‘ is a fantastic reminder of the true spirit of emo, bearing all the hallmarks of its classic 90’s/early 00’s era, with a sound often compared to acts such as Buffalo Tom, Mineral, Sunny Day Real Estate and indeed, comparable to Jimmy Eat World too. The first half of this compilation is fantastic stuff, and not half a reminder of the sound that accompanied my teenage years, my initial forays into rock and metal. Tracks such as ‘The Way Home (Homesick Song) and ‘Martian’ show a real drive that existed about this band, and ‘The Last Song Ever’ is the emo anthem that never was, with the line ‘you can call it sorrow/you can call it what you want/cos I don’t give a damn any more‘.
I can’t say my enthusiasm holds for every track, as the odd track doesn’t do anything for me in any sort of reactionary sense. But at least Cape Canaveral were never in the process of following the dilution of the genre, and in a style so heavy on feelings and confession, they were as honest as anyone in the business, and for the most part, ‘Scrapbook’ is a collection of a talented band not fully realised.
The UK used to be awash with these bands, substance over style, not the other way around. If emo had a return to its roots, maybe I could overlook its porous image. This is a free release, and though I kind of grew out of this scene and admittedly railed against its metamorphosis, I wouldn’t mind a return to these halcyon days. I’m sure you wouldn’t too. So go check it out, and stop by the band’s MySpace page too, which is still open with a blog section chronically their journey, the praise they received and more. Those days of past are worth reliving.
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