The Thermals: Desperate Ground

The Thermals’ consistency is both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, the Portland trio’s records deliver a reliable combination of pogo-worthy punk, garage-rock fuzzbombs, and snaky lo-fi production. But after a decade in existence, the band is starting to suffer from the law of diminishing returns: The more a new Thermals album treads similar ground as previous records, the less essential this new music feels. That’s the case with the raw, distortion-scratched Desperate Ground, the band’s sixth record and first for Saddle Creek. Energy-wise, the John Agnello-produced album is a marked improvement over 2010’s Personal Life; “The Sword By My Side” and “You Will Be Free” are sharp bursts of aggression, while vocalist Hutch Harris’ strident yelps (think a feistier Mac McCaughan) brim with urgency.

However, Desperate Ground has a tendency to sound monochromatic and homogenous. Songs blend into one another, and few tunes linger once the album ends, save for the punky power-pop lurches “You Will Find Me” and “Born To Kill.”

The collection’s lyrical conceit is also disappointingly vague. A loose concept album, Desperate Ground intertwines a narrator’s struggles with violent thoughts—from mere ideation to explosive action—and pangs of romantic angst, culminating in an album-closing tune about love outlasting any destruction (the slow-burning “Our Love Survives”). While a triumphant ending, the song unfortunately comes too late to rescue the record from the doldrums.