
Morning Report With Autographed CD Booklet
âI just feel like rock has gotten so conservative and doesnât know where to go. To be honest, I donât really listen to a lot of rock music right now.â
Thatâs not a radical statement for your average twenty-something in this EDM-dominated era, but itâs a bit surprising coming from a guitar-slinging guy whose band seemingly personifies a certain old-school, ethic. Hailing from the gritty industrial outpost of Hamilton, Ontario, Arkells have notched four Juno Awards and a gold record on their sweat-rusted belts, proving thereâs still a place for passionate, no-bullshit rock ânâ soul in the mainstream. (In 2015, they were the most-played band on Canadian alt-rock radio.) But the groupâs new album, Morning Report, betrays a more irreverent, adventurous ethos that more readily recalls the cut-and-paste approach of hip-hop beatmakers than the plug-and-play attack of a live rock band, with click-tracked rhythms, subliminal samples, electronic pulses, and sax and violins threaded into the richly textured mix.
Certainly, this is Arkellsâ most eclectic album to date, from the piano-pounded, âCalifornia Loveâ-schooled swagger of âPrivate Schoolâ to the silver-lined break-up song âMy Heartâs Always Yours,â the sort of ascendant, blood-pumping anthem you can easily imagine sparking an arena full of waving illuminated smartphones. But if Arkells have mostly scrubbed away the surface soot of their Hamilton-spawned sound, lyrically, Kermanâs songwriting hits even closer to home.
âA lot of the songs are about me and characters in my life: my friends, my parents, my girlfriend,â Kerman says. âAnd a lot of times, theyâre songs about what happened the night before. So thatâs why itâs called Morning Report: you text your friend the next day and itâs like, âGive me the morning report!ââ
But Morning Report balances tales of last nightâs debauchery with more sobering examinations of a time in life that doesnât get much play in rock music: your late-twenties. Itâs the phase when all your friends start getting married, your parents suddenly decide to get divorced, and long-distance relationships hit their shit-or-get-off-the-pot breaking point. But while melancholic, meditative ballads like âPassenger Seatâ and âCome Back Homeâ provide unflinching portraits of marriages on the brink of collapse, rousing, soul-powered sing-alongs like âA Little Rainâ pay poignant tribute to the friendships that help you through the tough times, and provide that much-needed shoulder to cry on.
âThatâs another thing thatâs so conservative about white-guy indie rock,â says Kerman. âWhat makes Drake so awesome is he just puts all his emotions right on the table for you to see. All of these songs and stories come from a genuine place for me.â
The morning reports we get from our friends may arrive through smartphone screens, but the songs on Morning Report all chronicle face-to-face interactions - with all the intimacy, intensity and awkwardness they entail.
âThis is our weirdest, funniest, saddest record yet,â Kerman concludes. âAnd therefore, our most honest one, too.â
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âI just feel like rock has gotten so conservative and doesnât know where to go. To be honest, I donât really listen to a lot of rock music right now.â
Thatâs not a radical statement for your average twenty-something in this EDM-dominated era, but itâs a bit surprising coming from a guitar-slinging guy whose band seemingly personifies a certain old-school, ethic. Hailing from the gritty industrial outpost of Hamilton, Ontario, Arkells have notched four Juno Awards and a gold record on their sweat-rusted belts, proving thereâs still a place for passionate, no-bullshit rock ânâ soul in the mainstream. (In 2015, they were the most-played band on Canadian alt-rock radio.) But the groupâs new album, Morning Report, betrays a more irreverent, adventurous ethos that more readily recalls the cut-and-paste approach of hip-hop beatmakers than the plug-and-play attack of a live rock band, with click-tracked rhythms, subliminal samples, electronic pulses, and sax and violins threaded into the richly textured mix.
Certainly, this is Arkellsâ most eclectic album to date, from the piano-pounded, âCalifornia Loveâ-schooled swagger of âPrivate Schoolâ to the silver-lined break-up song âMy Heartâs Always Yours,â the sort of ascendant, blood-pumping anthem you can easily imagine sparking an arena full of waving illuminated smartphones. But if Arkells have mostly scrubbed away the surface soot of their Hamilton-spawned sound, lyrically, Kermanâs songwriting hits even closer to home.
âA lot of the songs are about me and characters in my life: my friends, my parents, my girlfriend,â Kerman says. âAnd a lot of times, theyâre songs about what happened the night before. So thatâs why itâs called Morning Report: you text your friend the next day and itâs like, âGive me the morning report!ââ
But Morning Report balances tales of last nightâs debauchery with more sobering examinations of a time in life that doesnât get much play in rock music: your late-twenties. Itâs the phase when all your friends start getting married, your parents suddenly decide to get divorced, and long-distance relationships hit their shit-or-get-off-the-pot breaking point. But while melancholic, meditative ballads like âPassenger Seatâ and âCome Back Homeâ provide unflinching portraits of marriages on the brink of collapse, rousing, soul-powered sing-alongs like âA Little Rainâ pay poignant tribute to the friendships that help you through the tough times, and provide that much-needed shoulder to cry on.
âThatâs another thing thatâs so conservative about white-guy indie rock,â says Kerman. âWhat makes Drake so awesome is he just puts all his emotions right on the table for you to see. All of these songs and stories come from a genuine place for me.â
The morning reports we get from our friends may arrive through smartphone screens, but the songs on Morning Report all chronicle face-to-face interactions - with all the intimacy, intensity and awkwardness they entail.
âThis is our weirdest, funniest, saddest record yet,â Kerman concludes. âAnd therefore, our most honest one, too.â











