#derek archambault

[insiderain]

Alcoa feels like a late night car drive while its raining

[nickdinatale]

Derek playing a solo Alcoa set - May, 2015 - Asbury Park, New Jersey

More from the archives.

ft. @alcoaxo, @bridge9, @skateandsurf2015

[billsboard]

Alcoa/Choir Vandals - Split (2016)

Alcoa’s side boasts a brighter and prouder production than previous material, with Archambault sounding more rounded and full, doing both himself and the music a great compliment through accompaniment. Admittedly there’s not much else besides a pretty voice and some pretty guitar lines, but considering the frontman’s main place in Defeater and the calculation behind their post-hardcore, this is almost certainly done with meaning and emphasis on 2 undemanding tracks. Choir Vandals’ side of the split maintains this easy going nature, vocally reminiscent of Seahaven’s 2014 Reverie Lagoon: Music for Escapism Only, with lightly played, bouncy guitar lines to accompany. Keeping well within indie rock territory, Choir Vandals are just as enjoyable as Alcoa’s side of the split, with both bands asking very little of a listener, whether new or previously informed of both bands. There’s no new ground to be made here, but if there was anything to show that sometimes that’s ok, it’d be these 4 tracks. Bill Waters

[kawaiijones]

This song is such an autumn song

[we-will-all-evolve]

Derek Archambault | Defeater

Stijn Van Minnebruggen

[fearsthativeoutgrown]

Another night alone at the bar that you call home. Sit there waiting for no one. And the melting of the ice in your drink passes the time, Order another to keep you numb, to keep you numb. And you miss the way it felt when it was new and not routine. Same production, just different actors every night. And you’re not proud, but not ashamed. Sits alone, you ask her name. Always know the ending of this play. And you’ll say: Don’t go, you know that we’ve only just met. I’ll call a cab home, or we could walk and smoke these cigarettes. Early morning; half-asleep. Half awake under a stranger’s sheets. Not surprised that she’s already left. Find your clothes, and find your smokes, there’s no goodbye, there's just a note. Didn’t see just how this would end. And it says: Don’t call. I know that we’ve only just met. I’m sorry to have led you on, there’s no good that could ever come out of this. I’ve got no room for you in my life. I am complicated. Here’s money for a cab home, the drinks, and half-smoked cigarettes.

[heavy-on-my-heart]

"I don’t think this song is about just death. For me it can be interpreted as losing someone you really loved. And forcing yourself to bury your thoughts of them. It’s been a year now. I still do anything i can to forget her, but everyday, I still think of her at least once. There is always one you just never really get over."

[eightone-oh]

DEFEATER Paris, October 2015 © Mariam B.