Good intentions are good intentions
and that’s all they are
Bucket, in terms of band names, might be the best execution of the form I’ve ever come across in thirty years of life. It tells you so much about the Hadley-based band in literally one word. Bucket. God damn it, sometimes the best things are staring you in the face.
This single is cousins to the Pepsi song from American Wasteland, and oscillates between a tritone-filled slowpunk diatribe and a drunk country song written and played by someone who isn’t at all a country musician. And it’s almost as perfect as the band’s name.
I’m pretty certain, based on this one track and reading the description for it, that the members of Bucket are a great hang. Their bio includes the following: “Hey man, do you want to come over tonight and write a grunge record back to front?” That sense of urgency didn’t last.
Haha, damn it, that’s great.
The song, despite all its fun, captures the dissonance between what we intend and what actually happens, or – better put – what we actually want to do. That dissonance is reflected, maybe intentionally, maybe accidentally, in the back and forth between the slacker-country and the 50-50 grind punk.
Written by Willow Stonebeck
