Review Summary: Outdoor Activities serves as a sort of cynical self-reflection that reminds us just how insignificant we are, and perhaps there is beauty in that.
There is something to be said for musicians that forsake any notion of reinventing the wheel in favour of something that serves as a simple representation of their emotions. Cyberbully Mom Club's brand of lo-fi pop is refreshing in its stark simplicity, and features modest, self-deprecating lyrics courtesy of founding member Shari Heck. She is accompanied by little more than simple, fuzzy guitar work and lackluster, barely audible beats. Opener "i thought u were better than that" is oddly infectious, and by the midpoint of the song I found myself humming along. Despite an appreciation for complex song structure and instrumental virtuosity, sometimes all I need is a simple melody to latch onto, and I feel silly for occasionally forgetting this.
CBMC exemplifies the kind of romance none of us envisioned when we were younger, but rather the kind that we can grimly mock as part of our own therapeutic self-discovery. It's the kind of romance that can end on a sour note, leave you feeling jaded, and later be marginalized by a newfound love for frozen yogurt. It's the kind of romance based on little more than the off chance your inamorato will acknowledge your existence as part of a drunken afterthought.
won't take you to another world where your trivial problems have no significance. It will neither stir your imagination, nor offer profound advise. Rather, outdoor activities
serves as a sort of cynical self-reflection that reminds us just how insignificant we are, and perhaps there is beauty in that. As much we'd like to believe otherwise, sometimes all we need is a drunk text at 3am to feel special.