CHERRY TAKES ME TO THE PLACE ABOVE: “Am I walking through Urban Outfitters right now?” asked one YouTube commenter in response to a full stream of Cherry Glazerr’s 2015 album, Haxel Princess. “Urban Outfitters is walking through you,” retorted another.
This interesting little paradox is a good summation of Cherry Glazerr’s music, which captures the within-you-and-without-you wasteland of teenage life, wherein superficial trends and styles are perplexingly both the substance and parasite of the soul. When the L.A.-based Burger Records garage-rock darlings play Velvet Jones (423 State St.) this Friday, June 10, at 8:30 p.m. with Sex Stains and Royal Suns, you can join them in rebelling against the defining outlines that suppress us, no matter if you’re a teen in skin or spirit or both.
With only one band member of legal drinking age, and two just having secured the right to vote, the band must especially feel society’s self-serving lust for teenage life, so fawned upon and yet so disrespected. From the critical rock vantage point, their handlers can continue to admire pure adolescence, that youthful spirit many a rocker vies to embalm in eternity over the course of three catchy minutes. Cherry Glazerr is the real deal, which is always easy prey.