I’d describe Camp Trash as midwest emo with an overall sunny disposition. If not for their nostalgic lyrics and distinctly vivid imagery of being young and hanging out with your friends, this could have passed as a power-pop or alt rock group reminiscent of Weezer or Gin Blossoms. The layers of guitars and infectious hooks will see to that, but it’s the vocals and lyricism that really sells this one as a great midwest band to jam along and remember the good times with.
Their debut EP Downtiming comprises 4 songs that hearkens back to the midwest indie sound of the past decade. Yet what differentiates them is their disposition that’s loud and self-assured, one that could rock out any basement or large venue with the pleasure of hosting them. These sing-along hooks and roaring riffs will take you back to the past, when responsibilities could be held off with little consequence and traveling to distant live shows was just another weekend for you and your friends. Giving off the kind of happy-sad feeling that bands of the past decade pulled off so eloquently. Still, Camp Trash does not feel like a revival of emo, but instead puts a foothold on a sound that’s distinctly their own.
“Bobby” opens the EP with a loud feel-good flood of distortion. Jangly riffs dance around its corners, with a driving rhythm that evokes the anticipation of a road trip that precedes a good day of live music.
“Sleepyhead” is peppered with twinkly riffs in a base of classic pop-punk. This song gives off a carefree feeling even when not exactly feeling on top of things. The ending hook “Sleepyhead, how did I get here?” drives the experience of delinquency back home.
“Potomino” is the most poppy song of the bunch with a good dose of acoustic guitars and wistful nostalgia. The kind that your friends might play on the front porch or alternatively one that you could fumble through when trying to impress a girl in highschool.
Closing song “Weird Carolina” has a folk feeling to it – one that’s especially clear when it references James Taylor’s classic. This song moves like a journey through its loud and soft sections. One that flips through homesickness and an eagerness to move away somewhere, all in a tight and roaring package.
At four tracks, Camp Trash’s long-awaited debut EP is an overall knockout. Nodding to the 90s-2000s sound with their own unique spin. One that should ease in new listeners while they showcase their own chops.