Now Playing: “False Tracks” By False Tracks

The songs on Seven Minute Demo , the debut EP by Philly’s False Tracks — a relatively new band, made up of several longtime local indie pop lifers — are united by a simple but bold limiting exercise: None of them go over the two-minute mark. And in a cultural moment of video albums and hours-long Phish livestreams, this feels like maybe one of the last truly punk ideas left. And on the track “False Tracks,” the band False Tracks aligns with another great tradition: The band that has a song that’s their name. You could argue that if a band can’t write a song that is their name/mission statement, maybe they have no right being a band in the first place. Bonus points to False Tracks, then, for not just acing the assignment but also creating the most strangely politically relevant work of jangly, post-punk indie pop maybe ever. Here’s the first verse:

What’s up there?
It doesn’t matter what
Begins to circulate in here
These are False Tracks!

Can you pick up what they’re putting down? That last line becomes the refrain, sounding like a fun cousin of the Fall’s Mark E. Smith that we’ve sadly never met. And the short-song gambit totally works, too: At 1:54 (the longest on the EP), “False Tracks” leaves ‘em wanting more as it even has a bass guitar breakdown and brilliant, Smiths-ian final ringing chord. To all of which we say this: Less “alternative facts,” more False Tracks!

In The Grandest Metaphor Of The Week, An Actual GOP Ghost Train Left 30th Street Station This Morning

Make America Philadelphia Again.

Make America Philadelphia Again.


In what was perhaps the grandest metaphor of a week’s worth of visiting Republican Party retreat members being literally cornered by protestors wherever they found themselves in downtown Philadelphia — grander still than even the fact that the city deemed to protect the Loews Hotel where they were staying by using trash trucks to block off the streets — a ghost train of sorts was there to carry them off, back to Washington, D.C., this morning. When protestors arrived at 30th Street Station late this morning, to greet the visiting GOP one last time for the week with messages of dissent and resistance to an increasingly aberrant, toxic presidency, they soon realized: None from the party had the courage to enter the station, and take the train that had been chartered on the GOP’s behalf.  

“They totally had a private chartered train waiting for them at the station that pulled away empty because none of the GOP were willing to walk into the station,” one protestor on the scene told us. “The Amtrak agent had called for the boarding of the charter train number, over and over announcing its departure,” she said, “and then conferred with the protest organizers, who then announced it to the crowd.” Whereupon the crowd cheered. It was a fitting and triumphant end to a week that saw so many in Philadelphia responding to the absurd madness and craven greed of the Trump presidency in a way that the city’s founders would have been both proud of, and there for.

In so very many ways, they were.