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The Music Issue: Post Post

August 10, 2010 by in Journalism

Cover story, Philadelphia Weekly, August 10, 2010

After two years, one lineup shuffle, one Spring Break minivan tour, and countless dorm basement and bar gigs, college wunderkinds Post Post are releasing their second EP, putting a professional sheen on their plucky, pop-dazzled rock. Residents is an earnest, four-track burst of guitar-driven indie, frosted over with ripples of synth and edged with clever, if cryptic, lyrics. If it sounds effortless, it’s a testament to the upstart determination of these twentynothing Bryn Mawr and Haverford students—Michelle Zauner (guitar, lead vocals), Kevin O’Halloran (bass, vocals), Marisa Helgeson (synth, vocals) and Casey Sowa (drums, vocals). They compare the production of the EP to “giving birth,” and lament that some of the EP’s “surrogate mothers” didn’t take the band and their ideas seriously.

“I’ve learned that if you’re young and a girl you have to be a bitch to have anyone respect you,” Zauner says.

Maybe as a consequence they’re a “really anal band,” obsessively involved in all parts of the EP’s production. They’ve held true to the DIY ethos of 2009’s Meta Meta, a scrappy but winning album recorded with “Garage Band and five mics” over two days in Bryn Mawr’s Multicultural Center.
For all the recording booth rigmarole, Residents sounds remarkably unruffled, if a little sad: Zauner’s nose-crinkled, spitfire little-girl voice yearns and breaks as she sings of young heartbreak with wise-beyond-her-years perspective. Inspired by the collapse of a personal relationship, Residents’ four tracks explore “the ways people belong to each other, the way they structure relationships like homes,” she says. The process of writing, recording and polishing the EP was, she says, “cathartic.”

The architecture trope is appropriate for a band whose first home was a Louis Kahn-designed post-apocalyptic hulk on Bryn Mawr’s campus, a dorm that doubled as practice space for the first few months of Post Post’s existence. Their next borrowed residence was the campus religious center, where they jockeyed for practice space with prayer groups and campus ministries. They now live together in Haverford but having a “room of one’s own” hasn’t made practicing any easier to schedule. As full-time students with part-time jobs, they find time to practice “in the cracks of life,” O’Halloran says.

In the meantime, these college transplants have found a home in the Philly music scene, at least temporarily. They express frustration with the city’s lack of smal
l, all-age venues, (20-year-old Sowa was recently kicked out of a performance at Tritone) and its glut of hyper-vigilant towing companies (O’Halloran tells of an odyssey of rescuing the band’s van from an impound lot the night of a performance). Still, they’re considering staying in Philadelphia after graduation. But those decisions are still nine months off.

A full album might be in their future but for now they’re so exhausted from Residents’ parturition they “can’t think of producing anything else right now.”

“Talk to us in a week,” O’Halloran says. Post Post always has something else up their sleeves—be it a performance at the Girls Rock Philly summer camp or a dorm concert with 100 self-made Jell-O shots.

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