Calling your record Past Our Prime and then having a song named “Past My Prime” is messing with my head as I write this. But while there is no arguing that SPELLS are a self-aware band, that’s about as much as they’ll really mess with the listener on this record, titled (again), Past Our Prime. Musically speaking, the band play verse-chorus-verse peppy punk that’s anchored in the art of the singalong. The band frequently uses call and response, dual vocal tradeoffs and well-timed harmonies to keep the energy moving.
Having seen the band’s energetic and unforgettable live show more than once, it almost feels contrarian to talk about the group as if they play it safe. I’ll leave the live show spoiler alerts for another piece though. SPELLS show a clear affinity for the catchiest of pop’s greatest hits (and some affinity for its showmanship too), adding bouncy, chord-driven punk energy and attitude. Lyrical themes range from “What the Hell Is Caution” to songs that highlight the absurdity of life in the 21st century with a common focus on the daily grind. The recurring concept in all of this I’ve written, of course, is that the band is very down to earth, accessible and approachable. The songs on Past Our Prime may often be about hardship, but the vibe is that we’re all on this crazy ride together so you may as well blow off some steam and have some fun while you’re at it. SPELLS is willing to let their hair down and have some fun. You should too.
