Today marks the beginning of the revolution. The airwave takeover. The new beginning of rock. OK, I’m excited. You’ve been waiting to hear something from the upcoming Diarrhea Planet LP and today Pitchfork debuted it. So open up wide, and sink your teeth into it. Taste what I’m tasting right now. Mmmm. (Sorry, I’m a bit Planet-crazy after seeing them in Chicago last weekend). I better let Pitchfork do the talking: ”
If you measure a live show’s success by how happy to be alive it makes you, than Nashville’s Diarrhea Planet have the greatest live show on Earth. At this year’s South by Southwest, the tales circulating about their exploits reached Bill Brasky levels. When I saw them, I was blissfully unaware of their name; I was, however, convinced that whoever these kids were, I was going to make it my personal mission to see them live as many times as possible. Recently, they came to Brooklyn’s Shea Stadium, and Patrick Stickles, one of their most avowed fans,came onstage to sing “Born To Run”.
To enthuse about a band with the name Diarrhea Planet is to abandon dignity, and also to surrender to childish joyousness– which, you have to assume, is the point: They have four guitarists, three of whom seem to be playing the same power chords while the fourth finger-taps “Muppet Babies” versions of Van Halen solos. A Diarrhea Planet mp3 is not a Diarrhea Planet show, of course, but it is a pretty good approximation. On “Separations,” all the elements are here: the high-calorie, low-nutrition riffing, the purposefully cretinous singing, the infectious melodies, the pop-punk study-hall camaraderie.” Yeah, see? It’s not just me.