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“CHICAGO” OR: HOW TAMAR BERK FOUND A MIRAGE IN THE MIDDLE OF A DYING DREAM

So there I was, chin-deep in a bowl of Frosted Flakes, when “Chicago” dropped through the ceiling like a sigh you forgot you were holding for thirty years. I was reviewing music and videos for YTAA when Tamar Berk, that sparkle-voiced assassin of suburban malaise, spins up something here that’s not quite a love letter, not quite a breakup note, sort of a tear stained note to her hometown. Or perhaps it is something more like a sonic postcard from the corner of hope and loss.

The song opens with this gauzy, aching shimmer—guitars jangling like they’re trying to remember what joy used to feel like. And Berk’s voice—wow, that voice—it floats in like an old Polaroid burned around the edges. It’s part Liz Phair, part Aimee Mann, and all that unnamable ache you get when you realize your childhood bedroom is now a guestroom with beige walls.

“Chicago” is about the place, sure, but also not. It’s about your Chicago—whatever town you left and keep returning to in your heart. Tamar doesn’t sing to the city as much as she sings through it, like she’s tunneling under Wicker Park and digging up old mixtapes and unread diaries. There’s a part where she sings, “It’s not that bad, it’s just sometimes I get so sad,” and if that doesn’t make you want to cry into your last CTA transfer, you’re probably already lost to us.

And the video! God. It’s a melancholic fever dream dipped in filters, grainy and glorious. We see Tamar playing the song, but the video also wanders through neighborhoods, streets, and venues that used to be the places she played in the past. Those places have a hold on us, a feverish dream of what was and isn’t where we are now, but has become inescapably a part of our identity. She doesn’t posture, doesn’t play cute—she just exists, like a memory you can’t delete, even though the file’s corrupted. There’s a stoic poetry to it all, like she’s auditioning for a role in the past and already knows she’s gonna get the part.

What Berk manages to do here—somehow, miraculously—is take nostalgia, which is usually just a cheap phony thought, and make it ache honest. “Chicago” is not some gimmick about going home; it’s a reckoning. It’s the realization that going back doesn’t fix anything, but you keep doing it anyway because sometimes ghosts are better company than strangers.

In the end, this song isn’t about Chicago. It’s about you. Me. All of us who traded in magic for rent payments, who look at our hometown skylines and see a mausoleum instead of a monument. Tamar Berk nailed that feeling to the wall like a love letter returned unopened. And for that, I thank her.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go cry in a parking lot outside a now-defunct Denny’s.

In the space where Guided By Voices, Neutral Milk Hotel, and Pavement are the well recognized signposts of indie rock, bands often struggle to carve out a distinct identity, Mythical Motors’ latest offering, “Upside Down World,” emerges as a refreshing assured guitar driven lo-fi beauty. Their sound is a kaleidoscope of rock aesthetics, alternative swagger, garage rock grit, and melodic hooks that ensnare the listener in a whirlwind of sonic exploration. Released amidst a sea of all too predictable soundscapes, this album boldly ventures into uncharted territory, blending elements of psychedelic rock, folk, and dream pop to create a mesmerizing sonic journey. If fairness truly existed, this band would be a household name.

At the heart of Mythical Motors’ sonic identity is their penchant for brevity and spontaneity. Each song feels like a fleeting moment captured in time, with abrupt transitions and a sense of urgency that keeps the listener on their toes. The lo-fi production quality adds a layer of authenticity, as if the music is being transmitted directly from the garage where it was conceived.

From the opening track, “Take A Trip,” Mythical Motors invites listeners into a swirling and swaying universe where reality blurs and imagination reigns supreme. The passionate vocals soar over layers of equal parts jangling and fuzzy guitars next to driving bass and sparkle of intense percussion, setting the tone for the album’s sonic palate. Amidst the fuzz and distortion, there’s an undeniable pop sensibility that shines through in the form of catchy melodies and infectious hooks. Mythical Motors has a knack for crafting earworms that burrow their way into your subconscious, lingering long after the music has stopped. You will hum the tune long before you know the words.

Throughout “Upside Down World,” Mythical Motors demonstrate a remarkable ability to seamlessly weave together disparate musical influences without losing the Ramones-ian power pop finish. Tracks like “The Office of Royal Discovery” and “Grand January High” showcase the band’s penchant for crafting immediate atmospheric environment reminiscent of ’60s psychedelia, while songs like “Plastic Saturn,” “Upside Down World,” and “Book of Broken Man” incorporate early alternative melodies and harmonies as if Peter Buck played in early Guided By Voices.

One of the album’s standout moments comes in the form of “Court of The Beekeepers,” a fantastic song that showcases emotive vocals against a backdrop of synth blips, fuzz guitar and perfect backing vocals. Feels like ‘A Bell is a Cup… until its Struck’-era Wire. The song’s introspective lyrics explore themes of introspection and self-discovery, adding a layer of depth to the album’s gravity. And that last ten seconds of call and response will make you want to play the song over and over again.

Yet, for all its lo-fi allure, “Upside Down World” is not without its moments of raw energy and intensity. Tracks like “Elijah Stop Spinning” and “Stop The Sun” inject a dose of adrenaline into the album’s sonic tapestry, with driving rhythms and distorted guitars that propel the listener into a frenetic cascade of sound that feels like the listener should be spinning.

But perhaps the most remarkable aspect of “Upside Down World” is its ability to evoke a sense of nostalgia while still feeling decidedly contemporary. Drawing inspiration from the music of alternative past while embracing the present, Mythical Motors crafts a sound that feels both timeless and fresh, inviting listeners to lose themselves in its hypnotic melodies and evocative lyrics.

“Upside Down World” is more than just an album—it’s a transcendent experience that transports listeners to another realm entirely. With its near constant guitar attack, captivating vocals, and expansive sonic palette, Mythical Motors has crafted a musical odyssey that is sure to resonate with fans of indie rock and beyond. In a world where conformity runs the shop, Mythical Motors dares to defy expectations, offering up a sonic journey that is as daring as it is beautiful.

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