Every now and then, an album comes from out of nowhere and makes itself known just for being so damn good. Come In is one such album.
The debut from Swedish bedroom artist Weatherday (who also goes by the cryptic moniker Sputnik) isn’t ashamed to wear its lo-fi influences on its sleeve, taking many cues from records like Neutral Milk Hotel’s On Avery Island and Car Seat Headrest’s Twin Fantasy. You can also hear considerable influence from emo, math rock, noise pop and even dream pop.
The guitar playing on this album is excellent; it never tries to be too technical, but it’s apparent on songs like “Water Dreamer the Same” that there is a remarkable amount of skill behind these crunchy compositions. They’re catchy as hell, but the flourish riffs and noisy chords add a flavor that most other modern guitarists lack, especially in today’s noise pop scenes.
Weatherday’s untamed, frequently blown-out vocals are incredible, both when he’s singing in a more traditional indie rock style, and when he’s yelling at the top of his lungs in an atonal passion, far bolder than any emo singer you’ll hear today. These stand in perfect contrast to a mysteriously angelic female vocal that appears on many of the songs here, especially on the 13-minute epic “My Sputnik Sweetheart.”
The true charm of this album comes from its lovable production quality (or lack thereof). According to Weatherday, it was all recorded on a hands-free headphone microphone. The drums are nice and distorted, the guitars reach shoegaze-levels of noise, and the vocals pop out in the mix in the best way possible. It might not have been intentional, but it still works towards the albums advantage.
Raw, authentic and memorable without reinventing the wheel, Weatherday’s Come In seems predestined for cult status.