just another dream that’s better than my life.” Centre stage though are ruminations on companionship and confounded social anxieties - “With you tonight, I know that I can make out / With you I can make it out alive.” Getz taps into the magic of desire and longing, the accession of requited love and the lulls in between.
Elsewhere, he coins phrases that typifies the heady 20-something depressive populating metal shows every weekend - “adolescent dreams / gave to adult screams.
“Cut my brain into hemispheres / I want to smash my face until its nothing but ears / I want to paint my drain with a little red stain tonight” is a shockingly dark admission to pair with ‘Take My Head’’s cutesy guitar refrain and warm fuzzy palette. Austin Getz's lyrics are imagistic, creative and daring. The record’s tunnel-vision for tortured intimacy is undeniable, sharing all the thematic hallmarks of pop-punk/emo bands such as Turnover’s label mates or rather the scene at large but I cant help but feel here it’s done differently. While there is something fundamentally American about Peripheral Vision, a hazy mid-west milieu I can only obliquely grasp at (there are shades of American Football here, I am certain), for me Peripheral Vision mapped perfectly onto the balmy nights of an Australian summer, the record somehow tapping into such memories of post-adolescent romanticism that coloured my life at the time. Some albums are inextricably linked to personal experiences times in one’s life that somehow a record hold the mnemonic keys to. It stands on the precipice between romantic hope and cathartic fantasy sunbathing in those sweet nothings from a girl in the crowd who you now can only access through memory. Threaded throughout Peripheral Vision are speculations on desire: what was a past relationship’s significance? Will being in love be enough for me? What does a new relationship portend to be? Grandfathered into the record’s fabric is an immediate sense of nostalgia - a longing for what was, what might’ve been, what might never be. Review Summary: “it was one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turns out to be the pleasure itself.” -F.
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