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Deep Elm Records – The Emo Diaries: Taking Back What’s Ours

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Compilation of unreleased Indie, Emo and Punk songs.

If you don’t know what Deep Elm Records is, and you are looking at this magazine, you probably need to brush up on your musical history. Through their compilation series, The Emo Diaries, they have acted as a launch pad for now well-known bands such as Jimmy Eat World, The Appleseed Cast, The Movielife, and Further Seems Forever (You know, that Cris Carrabba band before Dashboard). Yet in 2004, Deep Elm decided to stop contributing to a genre already polluted with bands that care more about the look than the music.

Fast forward to now, and Deep Elm is reclaiming the emotional throne with their latest diary entry, “Taking Back What’s Ours.” And you know what, it’s not that bad. Sure you have your screamo bands on the CD, and that is bad, but you also have some really talented artists putting out quality songs that aren’t about how they want to die because they are bored (or boring).

Some of them are fast passed and kind of poppy, such as “Tiger Meets Lion” by This Drama. The song has this catchy guitar riff that just makes you want to get up and do an odd dance. Other songs, like Andy Tanner & His Grand Piano’s song, “The Ghostman,” start of slower and then build as the emotional intensity grows. The Anniversary comes to mind, but I’m not sure why. And then some songs are just slow and beautiful with an a real indie feel, such as The Decoration’s “Progress, Not Perfection.”

Overall, the CD is worth taking a run through in order to pick and choose which up-and-comers are worth checking out and which ones are worth ignoring. With something for everybody, Deep Elm Records is taking steps, even is the horrible scremo bands make is a small one, towards taking back what has been there’s long before black was the new pink. Or maybe I’m just a Dallas kid who’s partial to a record label who names itself after my music district. Who knows?

-C.J. Macklin