staffers - "good message, poor english"

the staffers hail from the midwest, and churn out the sort of poisoned, rusting songwriting that falls heavy on our hearts here at the headquarters. ryan, one of the songsters for omahas telepathy problems goes it solo on these recordings, which at times feel on the verge of spontaneously com-busting and calling forth the lost souls of dead blues through the cracks in your parents garage. prepared at (what i can only image are) times of solitude, pounding through the gravel and melting the ice that surrounds his four track machine, these 8 songs burrow through and channel vitals. first 75 or so come with multi colored gocco print cover and download codes.

whats new
california squatters
eaten alive
from the attic

getting thinner
stop asking me if im on pills
one girl to the next


McKeever plays guitar and sings/shouts in Telepathy Problems. And as he told us in May, Staffers is almost a companion project to Telepathy Problems. While Staffers, with its tightly-focused composition, does feel more like work from behind a closed bedroom door than four friends in a garage, the aesthetic differences are spare. “I do know that I am not trying to feel like I’m changing music or anything now. I just want to record and write more songs and have a good time with it,” McKeever told us. Telepathy Problems aside, Staffers is next in a long line of Omaha lo-fi pushers. Yuppies’ meandering-yet-tense, white-knuckle garage rock was Omaha’s most recent breakout from that school. But the family tree goes back at least as far as Simon Joyner’s 1992 debut, Umbilical Chords. Certainly, McKeever’s wailing voice owes its imprecision to Joyner’s work. Lineage and analog buzz aren’t the only pieces to Good Message, though. The album is as equally a love letter to McKeever’s guitar. “California Squatters” and “Eaten Alive,” among others, rely heavily on arid riffs that would live comfortably on any Big Star record. On others, like “Vacation,” the guitar is given free range to wander around in higher registers just beneath McKeever’s droning voice. Perhaps most of all, Good Message, Poor English stands apart for an utter lack of concern for dynamics. Every component reaches equally through the speakers. If each instrument has a threshold, McKeever runs to it and never backs off through the album’s nine tracks. The result is a heady, breathless sprint, endlessly wrapping into and around itself. For that, Good Message treads as much psychedelic water as discordant garage rock can. -- hear nebraska