We're a little late to the game on this, but Sub Pop relayed some bad news this week, leaving my heart a little broken: Oxford Collapse, the once-Brooklyn-based post-punk trio that not enough people listened to as much as they should have, is calling it quits. In their official words:
After eight years, 450 shows and four albums, we’ve decided that we’ve reached the end of the line. To paraphrase the Grateful Dead, “what a long, strange, eye-opening, stomach-bursting, heart-breaking, bittersweet, educational, enlightening, mind-numbing, ‘why-are-we-doing-this-shit?’ / ‘who-gets-to-do-this-shit?’ absurd, amazing trip it’s been.” To paraphrase another sage poet, “you gotta know when to hold ‘em and know when to fold ‘em.”
Their blood-coursing anthems have a certain energy to them that’s hard to pin down. Just when you thought you had a song figured out, they take things in a different direction, careening through a maze of twitchy guitars, three-way harmonies and big, big hooks that make you want to jump up and down like a 6-year-old hopped up on Pixy Stix. On July 17th, they’ll hit up Maxwell’s with Frightened Rabbit before playing their final show on July 18 (same day as Siren) at Under the Tracks (508 W 25th St) with caUSE co-MOTION!, the Beets and Rape Excape. I’ll be the one in the corner, sobbing.
After the jump, a video!