‘Economical’ is usually only a positive attribute for mid-sized sedans, but there’s a blessed economy to the tunes of Cloud Nothings, the work of twenty-ish Cleveland kid Dylan Baldi.
Routinely two-minutes and a handful of chords, the songs are short and sharp. Lyrically, Baldi finds simple phrases and repeats them, (“I always knew/I’d follow you/and now I know that it’s much better,” for example). And, having cut his teeth as home-recorded, lo-fi enthusiast, Baldi favors a direct, uncluttered production sound.
Baldi burst onto the blogosphere, in 2010, as an 18-year-old college dropout. After suffering under an audio-engineering teacher who proselytised Steely Dan as the peak of studio perfection, Baldi holed up in his parents’ basement, and authored an awesome punk-rock riposte: a string of bratty two-minute jams recorded in the crappiest fidelity possible. Baldi’s home-made tracks found almost instantaneous internet acclaim, eventually collected onto the noisy mini- album Turning On.
His self-titled debut LP marks a step forward: made in an actual studio and approaching ‘mid-fi’ quality. Baldi’s songs have grown snarlier, snottier, punker; the influence of the ’80s US hardcore/indie scene growing more and more obvious. Born in 1991, Baldi treats bands like The Minutemen, Hüsker Dü, and The Adolescents as archaeological artifacts, remnants from an ancient-past that hold the same sort of romanticism as the ’60s have for prior generations of rockers.
What’s His Age Again?
Yet, whilst the ’80s-underground influence is the tasteful angle to take on Cloud Nothings, in truth his sound owes more to obnoxious ’90s pop-punk. Baldi’s first-ever high-school rockband —near history, considering his age— played Green Day covers, and more than one wag has compared Cloud Nothings to early Blink-182.
In this case, it’s somehow a compliment: Baldi setting himself apart from lo-fi blog-buzz bands by writing super-fast, super-catchy tunes verily bursting with melody. Jams like “On the Radio,” “Nothing’s Wrong,” and the 69-second rave-up “Heartbeat” are instantly, insistently memorable.
If it came out, like, 16 years ago, the self-titled Cloud Nothings album could’ve taken Baldi on a path to bona fide kiddie-punk stardom. In 2011, his pop-punk sound sounds weirdly refreshing; like he’s the first hipster on the block to revive 1995. Wavves and Best Coast are professed Blink-182 fans, but this is something else entirely: a 19-year-old kid getting nostalgic for a childhood he’s barely out of.