Pitch Pile seems weirdly attracted to our neighbors to the southeast (mostly east, sort of south... yes, I am looking at a map as I type)-- and it's no different with these week's offering, Embarrassing Fruits.
The Fruits clearly have their hands in many sinister soups of the 1990s, including (but not limited to) Sonic Youth, Meat Puppets, Pavement, Yo La Tengo... The list could go on and on if I was interested in listing off legitimately awesome things to compare this band to, but I'm a little too preoccupied rocking out to their windmill riffs and infectious vocals-- vocals that drift out at you in simple snips, phrases awkward and honest, like teens fumbling nervous in the backseat of a car. In fact, there is something about the Fruits that causes sensory memories, the sort of vague nostalgic thoughts you get typically by smelling chalk or tasting dirt. It's not that they're childlike-- not at all. Clearly these guys know just what they're talking about, and their upcoming album Community/Exploitation swings like a pendulum from heartbreak to progress to screaming to coos. You get the feeling as they sing that while they're less remembering some hazy "better" time and more composing an ode to the better times they're having now, and the even better times they'll be having tomorrow.