Wednesday Paint a Picture of Pained Nostalgia in 'Rat Saw God'
Photo: Zachary Chick
Indie rock has gained a new classic, and itâs Wednesdayâs Rat Saw God.
The first track greets listeners with a wall of bitter distortionâthe literal sonic embodiment of the title, âHot Rotten Grass Smell,â that organic acridness, slightly edged with sweetness. It sets us up for an album of vivid emotional texture and alternative prowess, leading smoothly into "Bull Believer." I could write a novel about âBull Believer,â the albumâs odyssey told in two acts: Bull and Believer. Itâs almost an indie rock homage to Radioheadâs âParanoid Android,â but less outlandish and more gloriously hysterical.
The song unfolds in an ominous push and pull; a driving drumbeat coursing under wailing guitars that tug at tense vocals. âBullâ trudges through the clawing grief of watching someone lose themselves to addiction, staging the tragedy in a bullfighting arena. It sways back and forth over the line of loosely contained rage and cathartic eruption. The second act, âBeliever,â then reels us in, reminiscing over a melodic guitar line. This half exists in the liminal space after a loss, where the chorus repetition of the lyrics, âbelieve me, believer,â circles back to the first actâs âcomfort fools us into faith.â It raises questions of hope, conviction, and bitterness. The outro of âBull Believerâ is the true catharsis, though. Songwriter, Karly Hartzman, builds up to this guttural, stomach-churning wail that is so viciously therapeutic it almost hurts to listen to but feels healing over the expansive arrangement.
âGot Shockedâ is one of the songs that contributes to Rat Saw Godâs overall nostalgic, âIâm 17 years old sitting on a decaying couch in somebodyâs parentâs basement trying to wrap my mind around lifeâ sort of energy. It feels like a memory I didnât live, but still have imprinted on my adolescence, all gruesome imagery and weeping guitars. Meanwhile, âFormula Oneâ lets the pedal steel croon its melancholy song in the spotlight, painting shimmering waves of longing across the soundscape. Thereâs a nod to Pinegrove in the vocals and the soft-spoken, narrative delivery of the harmonies. I also hear moments of Bruce Springsteen in the sturdy guitar hits of âChosen To Deserve,â one of the more anthemic, light tracks off Rat Saw God. Wednesdayâs tone leans away from its usual fatalistic edge here, tiptoeing toward hopefulness in this confessional tune.
âBath Countyâ is another quintessential Wednesday indie rock hit. Hartzmanâs lyricism feels like visiting your hometown and realizing the roads had been paved in shades of grey rather than the rosy hues from your memories. Her unique way with words intersects with the bandâs dynamic arrangement in âQuarry,â wherein the outro quite literally drifts off as the singer holds out the line, âWhen we give up, we go to sleep.â
âTurkey Vulturesâ depicts Wednesdayâs glorious abandonment of any modern music rules with its tempo changes and mood shifts, while âWhatâs So Funnyâ wanders through a dark memory, like a momentary monologue by the albumâs unseen narrator. The perfect closer, âTV in the Gas Pump,â sends listeners fluttering through sepia vignettes like a film reel. Images of side-of-the-road furniture and an empty swing set embody that signature Wednesday dichotomy: the sour ache that persists even in the sweet moments of nostalgia. Rat Saw God gleams with this poignant burn, making it a kaleidoscopically raw addition to the Asheville band's collection of alternative tracks.
Listen to Rat Saw God below: