It's tough picking singles to highlight off WORRY. Everything Jeff Rosenstock touches turns to gold and here's another example why. The album's comprised of so many sonic signatures, it's damn hard to pin down. It's all over the place but in a good way as it prides itself on attributes and characteristics that can best be described as rushes of earnest shoutalongs, candidly told and catchily brought to life musically.
I love it when rockers get old. I loved it when the dude out of Superchunk started inducing his power pop with the existentialism that creeps in when he’s not writing it; I love that Stephin Merritt’s fiftieth birthday gives him an excuse to write fifty songs about being miserable; I think that every canonical recording artist through the ‘60s and ‘70s should be contractually obliged to make a record with Sunn O))). Jeff Rosenstock is only a thirty-something but I very much look forward to him, Stephen O’Malley and Greg Anderson getting in a room together and letting old age rip over a few loud chords.
If you know the feeling of being jolted awake at 3 AM by every outstanding obligation in your life, you'll recognize the paralyzing anxiety embedded in the lyrics of Jeff Rosenstock’s third solo LP. To wit: “Ignorance is bliss until the day/The things you ignored all come into focus.” When those things emerge, they will waylay you with the same nagging, needling and relentless tone that knows every single pressure point in your system. Rosenstock has always sung like this, so WORRY.
Modern pop-punk can be divisive, but if we consider Jeff Rosenstock's third album — which, amid a cohort of other no-bullshit bands like the Sidekicks, Joyce Manor and RVIVR, effortlessly encapsulates the spirit of the genre while brushing off its most unappetizing tropes — the epitome of what "pop-punk" is and ought to be, then it should need no defending. With WORRY. , Rosenstock builds on last year's We Cool? not by dealing himself a new hand, but by stacking his cards a little higher.
Despite what the title of his new record, WORRY., might insinuate, Jeff Rosenstock is a positive guy. This is clear, in part, because the photo on the cover of Jeff Rosenstock’s new record, WORRY., was taken at his wedding last year — and yes, it is odd that he would use an image from what should be one of the happiest days of his life to visually represent an album full of hopelessness and doom, albeit the kind that is instantly catchy, infectiously energetic, and wholly unique. WORRY.
Former Bomb the Music Industry! frontman and one-time ska merchant Jeff Rosenstock follows up the scatterbrained lo-fi pop of 2015's We Cool? with the similarly wily and definitively punctuated Worry. As on his previous LP, Rosenstock hoists a heaping barrel's worth of sounds and ideas onto this 17-track platter and lets them mingle in his own distinctively nervy way. At times wistful and contemplative, frequently explosive, and pleasantly damaged, Worry.