Friday, July 12, 2013

Field Tripp: Super-Ego Friendly (Republish)

I would not call myself a fan of folk in general. Some folk, of course, should not be commented upon by little old me, but in general I prefer the genres with a bit more foot-stomping energy. Without it, I tend to get sleepy.

At first glance, I thought that Field Tripp’s Super-Ego Friendly was not only going to put me to sleep, but also make me want to slowly slap someone for putting another “folk” group in my ears.

However, this could not be further from the reality of Super-Ego Friendly. First, despite starting as a “Power Folk Pop trio” Super-Ego Friendly makes it clear that Field Tripp will not be tied down to genre or my pre-conceived notions of an album with a cover designed primarily in pink.

Super-Ego Friendly has charming elements of letting oneself bleed out in a blissful bath of warm water, and I am not saying that as an insult. Field Tripp’s mix of heavily distorted fuzz guitar, soft melodies, and keys found throughout the album turns my tough guy attitude upside down. The album gently whispers that when I’m done with my cleansing cry for attention I should go out, buy myself a yellow shirt, and have a picnic with the frequency of the universe. This experience is merely the first half of the album.

With songs like “The Wife and Kids” and “Innocent” Field Tripp has found a way to musically lobotomize me. They send me on an up and down flashback of teenage acid trips. Then “Conversation Flammable” kicks in with the feeling found the morning after in which everything is perfectly empty and the world crumbles around all of us.

Fortunately, with their final track “Dogbite,” Field Tripp graciously allows me to have my tough guy bravado back, but only under the terms and conditions of softening my heart more often. Fine.

There are times while listening to this album that I question my own sanity, and again I feel it necessary to affirm that the self-investigation is not a bad thing. Super-Ego Friendly makes me want to dance slowly through a field of daisies and make wishes while blowing on the seedheads of dandelions.

This article was originally written & published for a different publication in April of 2012.