New decade. Out with the old. If you’ve been following TRIPLE THREAT for the past several years, you’ll know the former intro lost whatever luster is had some time ago. But coming up with something new every week is a significant commitment, not to mention that it defeats the purpose of the column; the focus should be on the songs. But we did want to take the opportunity to make sure new readers understand what this particular feature is about in order to encourage them to keep coming back. After all, TT was created to provide a quick entry point into the local music scene for newcomers or for those who might be too busy to keep up with all the day-to-day activity that goes on. It’s simply a highlight of some of the best music we heard over the past week. So while this intro might change more often moving forward, the format, as always, will remain the same: three songs, some words, and we out. Enjoy.
MORE – “No Time At All”
From the standalone single
Rising from the ashes of local cosmonauts Abby GoGo, Atlanta’s MORE continue to seek the heavens with thrusters set to full power. After moving to Pensacola, Jon Allinson (guitar, vocals) returns home to pilot this energizing new vessel, flanked by his twin brother Bon (A Drug Called Tradition) on guitar, bass, and vocals and Jimmy Eastwood on drums. Their maiden flight “No Time At All” is an adventurous excursion full of whooshing shoegaze guitars and muscular post-punk rhythms that shimmer and surge with galvanizing force. That whirling rush when the trio fire the engines about forty seconds in is a moment of genuine skyscraping euphoria and things hardly settle down from there. With each thrust, the group’s immersive jet wash only grows stronger and more entrancing, luring listeners to the center of its mesmeric undertow. A massive, transfixing debut. – Guillermo Castro
MORE will perform on Thur., Jan. 30 at the EARL alongside Arbor Labor Union (Release Show), Thousandaire, and Grand Vapids. Doors open at 8:30 p.m. Admission is $8. 21+ to enter.
More Info
Bandcamp: moremoremore.bandcamp.com
Instagram: @more_theband
Pine Overcoat – “A Working Title”
From the EP, On the Fingernails and Bones We’ve Picked
Now that we’re in the year 2020, let’s talk about hindsight. Do we ever really grow up? Isn’t the youth who laid down for that embarrassing tattoo on your forearm still the you that sat idly at the bar last week? Now, let’s talk about adulthood. At no point will Mother Time wave her magic wand and turn a scrappy suburban kid into a settled homeowner with a house and two-and-a-half children. Those that still strive for the old American dream can go for the gold if they want to, but many of us stranded twenty-somethings—especially us creative types—have found more fluid pools of adolescence to swim in and out of. Maybe I’m reading too far into “A Working Title,” where Elliott Brabant (Michael Cera Palin) and their new power trio Pine Overcoat blast past the gates with barely two minutes of full-throttle emotion. But maybe I’m not. And maybe, when our protagonist says “if we could only pitch a fucking coup / then we could shed our skins just like you,” they’re asking for a new prerequisite to adulthood: commitment to a cause, like a tattoo that reminds you of the ideals you’ll never quite grow out of. – Lee Adcock
Pine Overcoat will celebrate the release of their debut EP on Sun., Jan. 26 at Toast & Jam Studios alongside Blurry, Meadows, and Cool Cool Cool. Doors open at 6 p.m. Admission is FREE. All ages.
More Info
Bandcamp: pineovercoatga.bandcamp.com
Facebook: @pineovercoatga
Instagram: @pineovercoatga
Twitter: @pineovercoatga
T. Mason – “Been Straight”
From the standalone single
The gritty crackle of vinyl. An ominous piano loop. The chilly snap of snare and hi-hats. The first thing to grab your attention on “Been Straight” is the menacing atmosphere established by the track’s slow-creeping beat. It feels both treacherous and cinematic, providing an ideal backdrop for T. Mason’s stone-cold rhymes. The Atlanta rapper and member of local collective All Black Congress is in commanding form, rattling off foreboding threats and baddest-on-the-block boasts with chilling calm. The whole track is the hip-hop equivalent to an icy stare between bitter rivals. The moral of the story here is simple: come for the glowering production, but stay for Mason’s biting flow. – Avery Shepherd
More Info
Web: tmasonmusic.com
Facebook: @Tmasonmusic
Instagram: @tmasonmusic
SoundCloud: @tmasonmusic
Twitter: @tmasonmusic