On the Impossible Past, the critically acclaimed 2012 release from punk
rockers The Menzingers, is among the very best albums of last year for its raw,
evocative, lyrical strength. It is a striking statement on the decline of the
American dream from the perspective of the youth it left behind.
That the record comes from
four musicians who, though now based in Philadelphia, are originally from
Scranton, Pennsylvania, should not come as a surprise to anyone familiar with
Northeast PA. Seventy-five years ago, the region and the city of Scranton
thrived as an epicenter of anthracite coal mining, but the industry dried up after
the Second World War with the rise of oil and natural gas. Gone was the
economic and social prosperity. Left on the languishing landscape were culm
banks, strip mines, abandoned breakers, and people hard as flint. The
Menzingers, with their storytelling prowess and flair for poetic imagery, spark
the imagination and manage to tap into the decades-old nostalgia that hangs
over that bygone corner of America like the perpetual stratus cloud cover. Furthermore,
the impressionistic songs embrace the anguish of the band’s own generation as
it grapples with inherited hopelessness.
The world of On the Impossible Past is one of diners
and drugs, cigarettes and muscle cars, recklessness and failure. It is a world
in which ennui and apathy thrive. Though it is not unique to punk rock or to Northeastern
Pennsylvania, it is as pointedly placed--and serves much the same purpose--as
Fitzgerald’s “valley of ashes” in The
Great Gatsby, a reference to the massive trash-burning dump that existed in
Queens en route to the opulence of East and West Egg on Long Island. Both
locales are the byproduct of the ever-churning engine of industrialism and
commercialism that separates the haves and the have-nots and leaves the latter
struggling to find their way among the detritus.
Opportunity seldom avails
itself for the characters in these mid-tempo songs. Consequently, they do what
they can to stave off pain and loneliness. In “On the Impossible Past,” friends
who futilely “always dreamt of having nice things” drink, drive, and ultimately
crash their “American muscle car into a ditch on Saw Mill Road.” “Casey” is a
recollection “on the long ride back to Philly” of the heyday of a romance with
a waitress “before all the parties grew bored.” It chronicles the
relationship’s evolution from cigarette-break courtship to every evening
“getting drunk before [doing] the dishes…getting high and listening to our boredom…’cause
it was so much easier than dealing with everything.” The narrator yearns for
the past, to search with Casey “for that old place [they] found forever ago.” In
“Gates,” drunkenness behind the Lion’s Club precedes another earnest diner
waitress love and a detached second-person voice foretells: “You’ll carve your
names into the Paupack Cliffs just to read them when you get old enough to know
that happiness is just a moment.”
One of the things that
makes On the Impossible Past a
distinctly American record for the Millennial Generation is that characters’
longing replaces active striving. The fruitlessness of that inaction can be
partly attributed to the decaying, economically depressed environment in which
it is set. As “Sun Hotel” states, the region is “the loneliest corner in the
whole world…[where] all eyes are glued on the 6:00 news for another fire, another
impending deer season.” What is not there for the voices in these songs is as
important as what is, and it sparks the idea in “The Obituaries” that “maybe I’m
not dying, I’m just living in decaying cities.” Somehow, though, in the absence
of vim and vibrancy, the eagerness and impetuosity of youth persist. If there
is sweetness or redemption to be found in The Menzingers brilliant third LP, it
is in these enduring qualities.
