236: New Swears // Funny Isn't Real
Funny Isn't Real
New Swears
2013, Bruised Tongue (Bandcamp)
For all its stultifying reputation as a drab, bureaucratic, suspiciously clean town, in the ‘00s and ‘10s Ottawa had a thriving garage and punk rock scene. Even so, New Swears, the band that came closest to breaking out of that scene, was an outlier. Born in the basement of their (wretched, gross) shared home, the Fun Boy Clubhouse, New Swears started life as a Black Lips clone playing joke songs for their friends. Before long they were getting gigs around the city, with seemingly every show debuting a new gimmick: huge wigs and sunglasses; spraying the audience with so much soda and breakfast cereal that the floor became a glutenous bog; crawling on stage dressed like accident victims (it was not Halloween); forming a human pyramid in the middle of a song. New Swears shows were colourful, sticky, boozy parties, and people came out for a spectacle nobody else in Ottawa was even attempting. Within a year of forming, the boys had also come up with ten nearly perfect garage punk songs that shared early Black Lips’s campy, slack, sleeve-hearted take on the form, with a hyper-local twist.
Their musical shtick (shitty but expressive gang vocals, thin twanging guitar sound, mock heroic solos) doesn’t obscure that these guys had a great ear for hooks, the kind of hoser rock that sounds brilliant driving too fast down a bumpy dirt road or shotgunning beers in a snowy backyard. A lot of this is in the service of jokes in questionable taste: the peppy, Kinksy “Pig Farm” is about stinky notorious serial killer Robert “Willy” Pickton, while “Jon’s Coke” tells the story of a girl who thinks she’s as good as married to a dude because she did blow off his dick. (Notably, I’m pretty sure both of these tracks were briefly removed from streaming services for a minute in the late ‘10s during what I imagine was a sweat over being cancelled.) Occasionally the full brunt of the humour requires local translation, as on the rave up “See You in Hull,” which perfectly documents the experience of crossing the provincial border to get booze in Québec where the drinking age is 18 instead of 19. (Word to Québec Classiques cigarettes.) But there’s also a dose of what my buddy Logan calls Sunday Morning Existentialism to “Paradise,” an ambivalent ode to getting fucked up that hides a quietly brutal chorus in plain sight: “All this alcohol is bad for my brain / But it’s legal, it’s legal / All this dirt won’t wash off my face / ‘Cause it’s bruises and these bruises won’t go away.” And tucked away at the end is “Two Darts,” one of the most boyishly cute punk love songs ever recorded.
I’m a part of that small cult that’s heard these songs hundreds of times, but also a part of that smaller sub-cult of people who were never friends with these guys, perhaps barely friends of friends, which is as disconnected as its possible for two points to be in such a small music community. There was eventually a micro-backlash against them, as is inevitable for a band in their position: too many young people got too fucked up for too long at the Funhouse for bad feelings not to find some cause, and there was always muttering about some of the boys coming from households in the well-heeled suburb of Kanata with too much money for their acting out to seem charming. But they were also catching on right as I was coming out of a long, aimless depression and seeing Ottawa as if for the first time. I threw myself headlong into local music and poetry, and it rewarded me with a life I’m a lot happier with than what I had before. I had some of the best times I’ve ever had at New Swears gigs, and I’ll always have this pimply little record in part to thank for it.
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