Sedge – Selective Reasoning

8.5/10

Toronto is the city Canadians love to hate. They love to point out how the 6ix is much more like an American city than a Canadian one. It’s supposedly a city full of straights that all work in suits and drone on commuter trains. Well, if that’s the case, why does this city keep producing great bands? Something doesn’t add up.

Sedge have released their first full-length collection, Selective Reasoning. It’s a full-blast time trip to a lot of the things that were great about the nineties. It’s loud, brash, unapologetic, and tries hard to melt your face.

The first song released, “Hide Behind the Fuzz,” sounds a lot like a King Missile song, singing the verses in a talking style, but with a more melodic chorus. It’s tongue in cheek, but it’s oddly not representative of the rest of the album.

“Running for Days” opens the album and was the first single. It’s a straight-up radio rock song that is high energy and catchy. It’s followed by one of my personal favorites, “Just a Joke” which, along with “Dead Peasants” and “Something Headed in My Direction,” hit you with exactly what I imagine the Marky Ramone/Andrew WK hybrid would sound like if they produced original music.

The only weak link on this album is “Up All Night,” the band’s attempt at a ballad that has a dreamy, fifties aura to it. It’s not a bad song, it just seems out of place right in the middle of this collection. For those who still actually listen to albums in the order they were meant to be enjoyed, this might have been a good way to end the album.

They get straight back to rocking with “Pine Street,” my other favourite, which sounds like a heavily distorted Foo Fighters track. It marks the beginning of a more sludgy sound for the album, with “On My Own” and “Voices in my Head.” This part of the album beckons to the days of flannel, cargo shorts, and Doc Martens.

As far as independent rock bands go, Sedge is a hidden gem. This album delivers a full dose of rock to soothe anyone who still listens to albums from the nineties. Toronto, we forgive you for Drake if you keep producing bands like this.

Written by Richard Brunette
*edited by Kate Erickson

About Richard Brunette 43 Articles
Richard Brunette was raised on 90s music. He vowed that he wouldn’t become one of those people who told kids music was way better back in his day, but alas he often finds himself thinking it. His first album review was Sublime’s eponymous album, and his first concert review was Pantera at Metropolis. Can you blame him for thinking it? He digs rock and metal above all, but has an open mind for anything done well and creatively. He still holds hope that the new Tool album will be released before the Expos come back to his hometown of Montreal. He is the author of a critically acclaimed novel titled the Feathered Serpent. It centers on the mythology of angels and demons and the redemption of Lucifer. He is also the captain of a pirate ship quartermastered by fellow Buckethead Jason Greenberg.

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