“Rips One Into The Night”
introduction by tom johnson
“Good music isn’t defined by complexity,” Petite League’s Lorenzo Gillis Cook told Billboard during the unveiling of “Pocketknife” – a playful but gnarly standout from his band’s brand new album, and it’s a statement that they stick to throughout Rips One Into The Night, the band’s brilliant new record (their third in three years) and one that we’re very excited to share a full stream of below.
As those aforementioned sentiments suggest, Rips One is markedly straight-forward, a heady burst of garage-pop that does indeed rip, but also one that constantly pricks at the senses – be they nostalgia, heartache, hedonism, and much more – resulting in Petite League’s most formed and formidable long-player to-date.
From the skewed, broken-radio-buzz of the wonderful opener “Sun Dogs”, through the sludgy giddiness of the likes of “Reclusa” and the brilliant “Spanish Lemonade”, this is record that never once pauses for breath, instead it explodes in to evening air, like a firework in the heat of the summer; dizzy, woozy, and untamed, like the best days of our life, the way we thought it would always be.
Stream the album here, and scroll a little further down the page to read Lorenzo’s own thoughts on the record. Check it out…
On the origins of ‘Rips One Into The Night‘
by lorenzo gills cook
I don’t think I could have avoided writing about New York even if I had tried. Everything changes when you’re here. Time passes differently, love and heartbreak sting differently, it’s harder to be bored than it is to step outside. The city breathes in a way that makes writing a record feel natural and new because your everyday experiences are little events in themselves. References to it all unintentionally weaved themselves throughout Rips One Into The Night in a lot of ways.
Perhaps it’s a natural instinct when you’ve reached your third record but I went into Rips One Into The Night with a thirst for something bigger, and I think moving to the city and out of Syracuse played a big part in that. For the first time, I didn’t set a finish date and for a year I built on songs and pushed myself in a way I haven’t before. Moving here felt like it opened up a whole new world, like a fish moving to a bigger lake or whatever. Exploring new ways of singing, opening up to the idea of bridges, and breaking out of the mold of the two minute long, sweet-toothed lo-fi songs Petite League has defined itself by. It all seemed to happen all of a sudden. I guess that’s what artistic growth is.
I’ve always been a firm believer in the Billy Childish approach to creative endeavours where the amateur holds the true unfiltered love for the craft and the professional sees art as a profession. However, I think Rips One Into The Night walks the line between both approaches. I started to shed the protective shield I used to hold by calling music a hobby on this record. It was fuelled by the innate hustle of the New York music scene, my mouth breather response to perceived competition, and a drive to graduate from the DIY music scene and catch a glimpse on what might be on the other side before the glimmer of whatever this is fades. I think it’s hard to say all that and also call this a hobby.
Rips One Into The Night is released on Friday
You can buy it here