Loadstone warms you up to their precarious mood with an innocuous groove and understated complaints, then slams your head against the garage door again and agian until you admit, to God and all present that "Nobody Notices" or really gives a damn when you're having a lousy day.
Band: Loadstone
Song: Nobody Notices
After reading Loadstone's influences (Ailce In chains, Silverchair, Creed, Goo Goo dolls, Rage Against The Machine, Fuel, Korn, Papa Roach, Weezer, etc..) I was pleasantly surprised to hear the tone of this cut. Loadstone's "Nobody Notices" is much snottier than their listed influences (with the possible exception of Weezer). And it's not nearly as slick, polished or overproduced as those nationally distributed acts. This leads me to the conclusion that Loadstone's real influences are the sympathetic vibrations of the garage door at 120db, too much alcohol, too little sleep and just being really, really pissed-off at the world.
"Nobody Notices" evolves from an apathetic, Falstaff drinkin', basement-jamming bad mood to the raw expressioin of true garage-bashing angst; the kind you get when french-kissing a light socket while looking for true love. Slam dance without 'yer pants, buddy. Then poke'em in the eye with 'yer mic.
Mitch
Band: Loadstone
Song: Nobody Notices
After reading Loadstone's influences (Ailce In chains, Silverchair, Creed, Goo Goo dolls, Rage Against The Machine, Fuel, Korn, Papa Roach, Weezer, etc..) I was pleasantly surprised to hear the tone of this cut. Loadstone's "Nobody Notices" is much snottier than their listed influences (with the possible exception of Weezer). And it's not nearly as slick, polished or overproduced as those nationally distributed acts. This leads me to the conclusion that Loadstone's real influences are the sympathetic vibrations of the garage door at 120db, too much alcohol, too little sleep and just being really, really pissed-off at the world.
"Nobody Notices" evolves from an apathetic, Falstaff drinkin', basement-jamming bad mood to the raw expressioin of true garage-bashing angst; the kind you get when french-kissing a light socket while looking for true love. Slam dance without 'yer pants, buddy. Then poke'em in the eye with 'yer mic.
Mitch