Logically, it seemed like only a matter of time before Sense Field would sign to a major label, being the angst-ridden froth that mostly appeals to sensitive white suburban teenagers and all. And I should know: As embarrassing as it may be, I was once one of those angst-ridden sensitive types who literally ate up the band’s 1994 album, Killed For Less , in high school.
But, alas, time moves on and so does Sense Field, however stunted the band’s movement may be. Yes, Sense Field’s self-titled major label debut predictably sways like an emo-kid clutching his backpack for dear life, but I’ll be damned if the album doesn’t make magical sap out of big-budget-sheened, post-Pumpkins sensitive-boy rock. For better or for worse (depending on your perspective), such production values amplify the guitars to a pristine pedestal, where the only recourse is to raise your hands to the heavens and testify in the almighty name of emo-rock. And testify I did.
But that wasn’t the only contributing factor in my conversion: Whether it was the heartfelt melodies or Jonathon Bunch’s sincere yawl, I’ll never know, but I do know that even the most cynical of naysayers could lap up this sap in the most canine of fashions. However, such an action might betray the jilted choir boy stance of Sense Field — go figure. In the meantime, look for your “misunderstood” adolescent siblings to be rocking out to Sense Field in their bedrooms on a school night — that is, right after a Smashing Pumpkins/Everclear medley.
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