The Memories // Hot Afternoon
Recommended Track: Dad’s Not Home
The Memories have left The Rainy Day Tapes of Portland far behind, to live out their dreamy teenage nostalgia in the never-changing land of Los Angeles. Hot Afternoon is the band’s third release this year and yet another collection of romantic psalms in surf-rock cult known as Burger Record’s ongoing bible of hedonism that has brought us King Tuff, The Garden, and Guantanamo Baywatch. Lyrically, front-man Rikky Gage, nearly covers the whole scope of this self-proclaimed cult’s ethos, from dealing with unrequited love to getting high to the glorious hours of teenage sexual relief when “Dad’s Not Home”, having already covered other essentials like going down on your partner.
This release is by no means introducing a new sound on its listeners, but then again that’s never what the Memories were about. They are here to bring us some catchy lo-fi, 1960s inspired guitar riffs backing vaguely creepy sex jokes, and Hot Afternoon provides just that. With lines like “All the kids at school/ They all think I’m cool/ Cause Dad’s not home and it’s safe to bone” you cannot help but nervously look around to see if anyone was watching you chuckle, and realize you have been doing some wiggle-type dance since you entered Whole Foods.
While The Memories strive to let us in on their state of inebriation in the reverb heavy “I’m So High,” Gage does stop to bring us some relieving sentiment ensuring us, “True Love Will Find You In The End,” the album’s cleanest track, featuring an upbeat country influenced guitar solo, that leads right into the country doo-wop-fusion track, “We Can Call It Whatever.” Overall, Hot Afternoon provides a slightly clearer aesthetic in terms of vocal distortion than previous releases Touched by an Angel and Love is Law.
Hot Afternoon is here to remind us of what the romantic life of being in the sun and having a good time is all about. The Memories, and Burger Records, are like Christian Rock, but instead of all this nonsense worship of some long-dead idealist hippy, their worship lies in the here and now, in the Church of Fun.