Review of Jay Reatard's album Watch Me Fall released through Matador.
Jay Reatard is something of an underground legend. And a prolific one, at that. At 29 years old, he has the kind of discography that most musicians twice his age would shed a tear at. Prior to his solo work, he was in The Reatards and the Lost Sounds. With a Ramones-esque ability to churn out a tune, Reatard's songs are labours of love. just without the labour.
Watch Me Fall is pure McDonalds music. Sugary, beefy, instant gratification, pass the fries around, everyone wants one (even the people that 'never eat McDonalds'.unless they're passed a piece of someone else's). Then half an hour later, you're hungry again. Okay, so that's a slight exaggeration. The album's 32 minutes long, not half an hour. But it walks in and out the room before you've had a chance to get acquainted with it.
Trying to review an album like this is like trying to have a nice sit down chat with a house fly. The minute you've settled down with a cuppa and put pen to paper, the track has changed, the genre's shifted, production techniques have altered slightly and you can't quite remember how long ago you put the damn thing on, and how the hell are we on track 10 already?
But then, that's the joy of garage rock - these are not songs, they are nuggets. Nuggets of joy, nuggets of heartbreak; well executed and leaving you wanting more.