In 2021, a few mainstream artists delivered albums to lukewarm reception. My habitual listening has been leaning toward tried-and-true artists, because I haven’t been disappointed yet. That’s right, readers, this pattern will continue with the rock group Pinegrove. I love these guys. Their last studio album “Marigold” came out just two years ago, so I haven’t had to wait very long to hear new content.
On my first listen I found myself slightly upset. I thought maybe this was a joke, maybe they accidentally created an identical album from their 2020 release. It took another listen to realize this record is not just a repeat of two years ago. “11:11” has a more defined and enlightened tone. Pinegrove understands what makes their sound their own. At first listen, it seems like the greatest pitfall, when in reality, it’s the strength that makes me love them.
This album is not cheery. Even the tracks with upbeat tempos and chugging beats have a tone of sadness. I’m okay with this. I am sad. I vibe with sad music sometimes. “Alaska” is one of these tracks. It’s got a trucking beat and heavy drum work, but the lyrics and track placement remind me of loneliness and pure lack of knowledge in the scheme of the world. This intentional emptiness is an alright emptiness. Pinegrove understands.
Evan Hall and Zack Levine, the two permanent members of Pinegrove have an understanding of what I am going through right now and that is impactful. I don’t think that takes away from the accessibility of this record though. I think Hall and Levine understand everything and anything any of us might be going through. The combo of their melancholy vocals and somewhat ambient folk-like instrumentation is a blanket that covers the listener with understanding. Life hurts sometimes, and in those moments, every once and a while, we need to stand and be present and hurt together.
I give Pinegroves’ “11:11” 4.5 Mikey Heads out of 5.
