Album Review: septemberistheonlytimeidontthinkofyou - scars like kimberly

Just to flip the script a bit, I planned to write about scars like kimberly back in September. "Like, yeah, it's September, and guess what, I'm thinking of you!* What are you going to do about it, baby?" Being on the road all that month, though, left me with about as wide a gap in my schedule for writing as the shoulder of an overpass overlooking the Dan Ryan- so, about the width of a DoorDash cyclist's mustache, and then I'm roadkill. Not a lot of margin to mess around, is what I'm saying. Fine, fair. No complaints. Pour out the whine; it's cider season anyway. I'm not here to mess around, after all, and neither is septemberistheonlytimeidontthinkofyou! Shades of light, shades of dark, mixing and mingling, opposing and dependent, painting portraits of pain and regret, dodging dilution while remaining virtuosically permeable, pungent. Raw emotion, welling as if to replenish the empty dissonance of an abandoned opera house and displace the stale air of its interior with stratified sheets of tears tinted with the charcoal tincture of crumbling black eyeliner. Scraping and screaming like a skateboard deck grinding off the rust-dusted rim of a dumpster and into the windshield of a parked suburban Subaru while its operator is elsewhere purchasing kneepads for their preteen pest's intramural pastime- the immediacy of their blend of mall screamo and metal melocore is instantaneous, clangorous, and intrusive, even if its impact on you isn't fully cognized until you've had a talk with your insurance broker. Like Saosin shaved into helical streamers of unpolished steely corrugate and woven into a chainmail wailing shroud, or Pierce the Veil applying a splash of lip gloss at the end of a glowing-hot brand which a witless bystander attempts to smother with a lap of acetone- it's resiliently melancholy and iridescent in execution- a rebirth through the carnage of cesarean, dragged from the womb through still-open wounds carved in past selves. Needless to say, I will be thinking of this one tomorrow, the day after, and every day, well into the next year, and all the way to next September (or however long it takes them to conjure its sonic next of ki(m)n).

* "You" being... well, just keep reading... or look at the title of the review. Whatever!