Tuesday 6/30: Bad Moves—"End of Time"
Today, we share our thoughts on "End of Time" by the D.C. power-pop band Bad Moves.
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Today, we share our thoughts on "End of Time" by the D.C. power-pop band Bad Moves.
Bad Moves—“End of Time”
Eric Bennett:
Bad Moves fill a very specific and very necessary role in music. They are truth tellers, but not here to bum you out. They strike a great balance between weighty messaging and help it go down with really sick hooks. While it benefits greatly from a live setting, it’s the kind of music that can just as well make you lose it while you’re just sitting in your house. There are a lot of moments on the record that make you think “OK what did Bad Moves know, and when did they know it?” “End of Time”, the closer from their new album, is one of them. It is the distillation of embracing the end, an anthem for going out with a bang. It would feel eerie considering the world it was released into if it weren't so damn fun.
Eli Enis:
Although Bad Moves get a little punkier on their new record Untenable than they did on 2018’s Tell No One, I’ve always admired them for their hooks above all else. Songs like “Cool Generator”, “Spirit FM”, and “Family Secret” are spunky power-pop tunes that harvest all of pop-punk’s charm but none of its melodrama. However, on the closer for their new record, “End of Time”, Bad Moves boil pop down to its purest form and translate it through their rousing lens. With sugary doo-wop “woo-oo-ooo’s” and playful gang chants, the group make a convincing case for living blissfully in the present as every pillar of certainty crumbles around us.