The Tubs - Hard Life (Vinyl)

Upon arriving in the USA for The Tubs' first tour of the country, frontman Owen Williams told The New Yorker, We're here to unite the country. We're gonna come, like, three times. By that point, I think this place will start healing. Then, joyously, they did just that, piling into a van and criss-crossing the States, bringing their literary, bleary-eyed, world-weary, night-of-your-life highwire act to the masses when it was needed most.The Tubs have never lacked for ambition - on Hard Life, theirs is to complicate the Tub-ullar experience. Having perfected their chemistry across two prior albums, hundreds of shows, and an ever-expanding universe of bands affiliated with London's Gob Nation Collective (The TSG, Sniffany & The Nits, Spike, and Garden Centre), the London-based Celtic jangle boyband- Williams (vocals, guitar, keyboards, bass), Dan Lucas (guitar), Taylor Stewart (drums), and Max Warren (bass)- push themselves further into the shimmering heart of virtuosic indie rock. They're joined by frequent collaborators Lan McArdle (vocals), George Nicholls (guitar), and Rachel Kenedy (keyboards), all of whom have orbited various Tubs-adjacent efforts dating back to Joanna Gruesome, but the secret to Hard Life's lushness is the addition of fiddle player Chris Haigh, an instructor and session musician who left an indelible mark on British pop on Steps' 5, 6, 7, 8.Mirroring Williams' use of trilling on vocal melodies, Haigh's fiddle shades the vocalist's rueful croon like a bruise. On Stoop to Me, the folkiest, jangliest pop song on the album, Haigh's licks complement Williams at his most self-deprecating, the lopsided smile of a guy trying not to let on how wounded he is in unrequited love. On album opener and title track Hard Life, it's the sweetness of the ascending fiddle lines in the mix that weds the harshness of Williams' lyrics to The Tubs' fist-pumping anthemics.The hard line Williams takes here and elsewhere on Hard Life further troubles one's idea of a Tubs song. The persona familiar to listeners of Cotton Crown and Dead Meat - to quote Williams, navel gazing about romantic abjection, London squalor, and the indignities of grief and OCD - is still present, but so too is a second voice, steelier and more experienced. The second persona doesn't have much time for the first, Williams explains, often haranguing him for his self-indulgence and immaturity; sometimes fairly, sometimes unfairly.It's the scold who takes center stage on lead single Who's Gonna Love You Now? His questions, from the titular one to more concrete concerns like Who's gonna pay the rent? existing in mocking opposition to ideas like moving to the city and really starting to live. Though Williams plays the crank, the song is a raver, guitars ringing out over an organ- brightened horizon. It's your life, Williams sings, the life chugging away beneath him sounding exceptionally keen. He wouldn't have much sympathy for the lovelorn Williams of If You Don't Love Me - hell, his whole existence seems like a warning that the kinds of romantic entanglements one suffers when they're young will end in loneliness, failure, and an inbox choked with unread Substacks.On Hard Life, these voices argue, pester one another, merge into each other, and break apart, sometimes over the course of a single song. They're two sides of the same coin, people who've experienced grief, disappointment, regret, and shame, emerging from the wreckage as changed men. I'm interested in the way sympathy and patience for someone suffering always runs out eventually, Williams says. How this can be a good and liberating thing as well as a sad and brutal thing. But mostly they're just pop songs. Exquisite, irresistible pop songs. Spin them until the healing starts, then spin them again.

Track List:

Disc: 1

1. Hard Life
2. Who's Gonna Love You Now?
3. If You Don't Love Me
4. Stoop to Me
5. Heaven or London
6. Didn't I Say?
7. Do Yourself a Favor
8. Now and Then
9. The Way It Goes
10. Hell
11. In Your Place
12. As Long As You Leave