by Tom Roden
Debut releases are always difficult, not least when you’re entering into a music scene that is packed to the rafters with talented artists pushing for attention. Luckily for Seasons, their self-titled EP is just the right mix of what we expect and what we need.
It’s fifteen minutes of Pop-Punk-packed punches to the face. It’s not an EP that reaches soaring new heights for the genre, but it’s not a throwaway release that scrapes the bottom of the barrel for all that it’s worth. Seasons’ sound resonates with echoes of Twin Atlantic (especially on ‘Seven Years’), Pure Love (see ‘Sailed Ships’) and the days of emo past.
Though it shouldn’t be dismissed on that statement alone. We’re not talking the typically remembered heyday of emo – we’re talking the golden dawn of the genre, the brooding and moody early days with more passion and less eyeliner. This is no more apparent than on closing track ‘The Runaway’, which channels the spirit of Funeral for a Friend’s ‘Roses For The Dead’ to a refreshing degree as drums pound and guitars chug to a cataclysmic choral climax.
Seasons doesn’t offer anything groundbreaking or new to the pop-punk and/or post-emo scenes, but then it doesn’t (and rightfully shouldn’t) strive to. The band own the sound like seasoned veterans, executing it so masterfully it becomes impossible to tell that they’re a new artist. But they are – a new artist with a bright future, particularly with this genre enjoying a fairly consistent level of popularity.
It hits all the marks, ticks all the boxes and makes itself easily accessible and acceptable to fans of the genre – it’s not run-of-the-mill, but it’s no revolution. A band couldn’t ask for a finer debut.