“So fix yourself up a glass of whatever the fuck you’d like. What kind of monster will you transform into tonight?” – Con Etiquette
Grab a bottle of Vodka. Tequila? Don’t tell me you’re a Cap’t Morgan drinker? That’s fine. Fine. Pick your poison and pull up a bar stool. Con Etiquette just released Resulting In … and it’s frightfully reminiscent of a succession of drunk voice mails I may or may not have left a half dozen times in my life.
You know where this is going. You got in a fight with your boy/girl. Maybe you broke up. Whatever the case, you’re out drinking way too much, and your supposed best friend (irresponsible jerk) forgot to confiscate your phone. This is you on gin and rejection. “Got this Way” is your first drunken text. Like an alarm waking your ex-lover from a dream filled slumber, it’s full-on rage. Then you remember how much you still love your love, so you take it mellow but still drop a few f-bombs for effect. The long drawn out vowels that exist in the land of Trash’sylvania are personified by long-note guitar playing. The simple rhythm section holds up the mood like your friends who hold your hair while you puke. “1,2,3,4” is the second call, the one where you tell your beloved you don’t need them, they need you, and they can just call someone ELSE the next time they’re lonely or broke, or need someone to fill the passenger seat in the carpool lane. It’s whatever. You don’t care. “Lead The Way” hopes they break their fucking heart, and “Human and the Divine” is that regrettable moment where you cry “you’re stupid, you don’t know anything and just shut up, shut up, shut up.”
“Interlude” is an instrumental. It’s a peaceful, space-rocky kind of … oh, you’ve passed out, haven’t you? You’ve finally gotten someone to put you to bed, and now you’ve passed out. No words. Reset.
“Timing” perfectly puts into words that feeling you get when you wake up hungover and then suddenly look at your phone and remember what you did the night before.
If you aint got nothing good to say, don’t let those words escape. Just keep it to yourself, for goodness sake.
The next four songs follow suit, working through the phases of a break up like a Ross ( Kübler-Ross that is). The final song, “Now You Know” is the shit-eating grin of reminding said ex that even though you’re fine and you have transcended their bullshit and moved on, everything you do will always have an underlying “fuck you” for that sad sack of shit you used to call your lover.
Or, if you’d rather, you can just listen to this CD the way they intended it; a collaboration of musicians who wrote first separately, then together. You can enjoy their mastery of balancing angry sucky emotions with some pretty mellow instrumentation. If you’re a fan of The Cure, drunken binges, poor coping mechanisms, and great music, pick up your copy of Resulting In … now. You can stream it first, but I recommend you just lick the salt, shoot the CD, and chase it with a little lime.
All music written and performed by Con Etiquette
All lyrics written by Antonino Lappostato
Con Etiquette is:
Michael Mandanici: Drums,Vox
Vincent Testani: Guitar
Brian Gamse: Bass
Produced,recorded,engineered and mixed by Ivan Fiallos-Zambrano
at Endeavor Audio, Shelton,CT
Executive Producer: MC Johnny Wae for Villains DC Music (ASCAP)
Mastered by Ivan Fiallos-Zambrano