Young Jesus - The Whole Thing Is Just There (2018)

Artist: Young Jesus
Title: The Whole Thing Is Just There
Year Of Release: 2018
Label: Saddle Creek
Genre: Indie Rock, Alternative Rock, Post-Punk, Shoegaze
Quality: Mp3 320 kbps / FLAC (tracks+.cue, log)
Total Time: 49:50 min
Total Size: 114 / 264 MB
WebSite: Album Preview
Tracklist:Title: The Whole Thing Is Just There
Year Of Release: 2018
Label: Saddle Creek
Genre: Indie Rock, Alternative Rock, Post-Punk, Shoegaze
Quality: Mp3 320 kbps / FLAC (tracks+.cue, log)
Total Time: 49:50 min
Total Size: 114 / 264 MB
WebSite: Album Preview
1. Deterritory 05:58
2. Saganism vs. Buddhism 06:58
3. Fourth Zone of Gaits 04:17
4. Bell 06:21
5. For Nana 05:34
6. Gulf 20:39
Young Jesus are an ideas band. Back when they were based in the Midwest, their style hewed closer to emo-revival formalism, but out West they’ve gotten woke, expanded their consciousness, and undergone whatever other perspectival changes might cause a band to write distended multi-part epics exploring the deep philosophical questions of our time and unpacking those songs at length in thoughtful interviews. John Rossiter, the guy out front of this madness, can talk your ear off about a song like “Saganism Vs. Buddhism,” but you never doubt that he passionately cares about what he’s creating.
That care shows in the end product, too. Despite its relatively roughshod aesthetic and the band’s embrace of improvisation this time around, The Whole Thing Is Just There sounds slaved-over in a winsomely humble way, like late-’90s Built To Spill recorded on an early-’90s Built To Spill budget. Rossiter warbles and wails, his bandmates drift and surge, and the lot of it feels like some shape-shifting basement indie rock LP you discover and treasure for years to come.
That care shows in the end product, too. Despite its relatively roughshod aesthetic and the band’s embrace of improvisation this time around, The Whole Thing Is Just There sounds slaved-over in a winsomely humble way, like late-’90s Built To Spill recorded on an early-’90s Built To Spill budget. Rossiter warbles and wails, his bandmates drift and surge, and the lot of it feels like some shape-shifting basement indie rock LP you discover and treasure for years to come.