Nap Eyes I'm Bad Now
Published Mar 06, 2018Nap Eyes' 2016 sophomore record, Thought Rock Fish Scale, was a true sleeper. The band's delicate songcraft and melodic brilliance was couched in a lethargic and meditative atmosphere that was easy to dismiss, but just as easy to become enthralled with. Moving forward from that meandering pace, I'm Bad Now finds Nap Eyes picking up their feet a bit, without sacrificing the subtle psychedelia that makes their songs so enticing.
Much has been made about vocalist Nigel Chapman's deadpan Lou Reed enunciation, but Nap Eyes push the spiritual influence of the Velvet Underground even further on songs like "Judgment," with its droning snare march and single-chord jangle, and "Follow Me Down." That being said, there is greater sonic diversity throughout this album's 11 tracks, in contrast to the more uniform sound of its predecessors. Lead single "Every Time the Feeling," for instance, features a catchy Sheer Mag-esque guitar lead and a bouncy pickup beat, while "Sage" and "I'm Bad" find the band delving into their melancholic country predilection and could easily be helmed by the late Jason Molina.
Like much of the band's best work, I'm Bad Now needs some time to unravel: Chapman's reflexive and interrogative lyrics need to sink in; Brad Loughead's brilliant solos need to reveal their harmonic details; and the band's carefully plotted progressions need to become familiar. Staring into the record for a while illustrates a whole set of relationships between the personal and the metaphysical, between "Hearing the Bass" and "recollecting universal themes."
These dichotomies are rarely resolved, however, and it is this ambivalence that makes Nap Eyes so easy to return to over and over again. Despite all their quotidian musings and beautiful imagery, we're left with few answers about whether there is such a thing as a right road, whether there is a firm distinction between self-doubt and self-pity, and when, if ever, Nigel Chapman will become good again. After a few involved listens it becomes apparent that if he can't do it, there's not much hope for the rest of us. (Paradise of Bachelors)