Do you take your suburban existential crisis rock (or, as it’s known in the world of professional angst-ridden melancholic scenesters, “sexcrock”) with a shimmering powerpop glaze? And do you prefer it to contain nary a single sexist rockdude bleat or rawk clichÃ©?
I thought so.
Topping the (not inconsiderable) list of Rock Geniuses I Have Shared A Stage With is the architect of Finn’s Motel, Joe Thebeau. I got pally with Joe a lifetime ago when, out of boredom, he joined the
I was drinking in at the time. Even back then I sensed that he was slumming, but the full extent of his overqualification for the posture-rawk we were banging out remained to me obscured until I got a load of Escape Velocity’s virtuoso pop stylings. These tunes are so loud, soft, sad, and pretty that I blub like a baby whenever I listen to’em. Joe’s my new celebrity crush!
Clearly I’m no music writer, so I’ll rip off someone who is. Quoth the unimpeachable RenÃ© Spencer Saller, writing in the Illinois Times: “A chronicler of suburban ennui and domestic disenchantment, [Thebeau] writes what he knows â€” dragging the trash cans to the curb in time for the morning pickup, daydreaming through his daily commute, longing for a way out of corporate purgatory and coming to terms with the possibility that there isnâ€™t one â€” and therein lies his strength. Call him the John Updike of 21st-century power-pop.”
Fun fan facts about Joe Thebeau:
â€¢ he likes sushi
â€¢ he’s a member of the Cheap Trick fan club
â€¢ he’s a patriarchy-blamer