What’s Your Rupture?
Bands that write songs about themselves — “Bodega Birth” in this case — typically have the goods to back up their cocksureness. Bodega seal the deal with Wire-like post-punk and a lighthearted swagger, as they unearth the meaning in mundane activities (like collecting moving boxes from the liquor store), and ruminate on our most modern affliction: “All day at work: stare at computer. Come home from work: stare at computer.” The satire is obvious, but apt, and there’s an unexpected tenderness hiding beneath their Brooklynite angst. Debuts are rarely this incisive.