Into It. Over It. - Intersections

You’re in your late teens or twenties. You probably go to university and do something arty or work in ‘the media’. You grew up listening to Jimmy Eat World and Death Cab For Cutie. You secretly pine for a life like that shown in 500 Days of Summer. The understated beauty and the romantic tribulations both appeal. You graduated at some point onto American Football or at least something a Kinsella brother played on. You own at least one tote bag. If you wear glasses the rims are thick (ish). Your jeans are fairly skinny regardless of whether you’re a boy or a girl. You’ll love Into it. Over It.

You’re maybe in the midst of the wandering uncertainty of youth. Songs like ‘New Northside Air’ will appeal to your burgeoning insecurities and feelings of directionlessness. It might even remind you of some of those Kinsella brothers records. There’s a bit of you that craves a touch of punk rock too. You were a bit rebellious as a kid. ‘Spatial Exploration’ will scratch that itch, it even has a Weezer circa ‘Blue Album’ chord progression to it.

There will be times when you get a sense that you’ve heard something very similar to Into It. Over It. before. As Death Cab soundtracked your teenage crushes and heartbreaks then the melody of ‘Favour and Fiction’ will seem very familiar. That isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Your favourite season is probably autumn and ‘Intersections’ is a lovely record to go kicking leaves to. Drifting and contemplative. Narrative and deft. Full of the philosophy of youth.

The downside? ‘Intersections’ can, at times, feel a little blinkered and mopey. You know when people in their 30s tell you everything is going to be OK and to stop taking it all so seriously? That. But for now it all seems so serious: The hardships of getting hurt. Your shitty flat. The constant struggle for money. A perpetual desire to measure your successes and failure against your friends. ‘Intersections’ is the perfect album to accompany all that stuff and much, much more. So settle down, pop it on your record player (you have a record player, right?) and let it’s beauty wash over you. One day a few years from now you might well be over it. But for now. Get into it.