The Limes – Turn Your Lights Off

The Limes
Turn Your Lights Off

Hush! Don’t tell anyone. I really, really, need you to keep this a secret. You see, I’m a snobby record reviewer. I hate Creed. I loved the new Radiohead record. I’ve got a reputation to protect here. I’ve just got this problem. There’s this band called The Limes. They remind me more of the Wallflowers or Better than Ezra than Radiohead or anyone else respectable. They don’t even sound emo or indie or anything like that. Here’s the problem (shhh!): I sort of like them.
Please take the above paragraph with the necessary amount of sarcasm. It’s not that I’m ashamed that I like the Limes, it’s just that I know that I shouldn’t. As stated above, they remind me more of something off of a flaccid modern rock station than something a backpack-wearing hipster might listen too. The Limes are, quite frankly, the most unremarkable band I’ve ever. Somehow, that works for them.
The Limes have managed to churn out a few really excellent songs. “Wrong Way” opens the album with a buzzing collage of distorted guitars and melodies. “The Holdover” rocks a little harder, opening with something that resembles an actual riff. The song then fluctuates Pixies-style through tempo and volume changes. “The Rock” is about as close as this group gets to mid-90s radio grunge. “If” finds the band going in a different direction, as the song rides a sweetly sour melody all the way to heartache and back. “Turn Your Lights Off” closes the album with a melody Pearl Jam probably wrote eight years ago, but somehow the song still works.
Predictably, the album loses steam as it continues on. “Solid State,” “Smile,” and “Calculator” all rock listlessly. Others, such as “The Metal Zone Song” are simply mediocre. I can forgive the band for these flaws though. Even though, for the most part, they sound like a modern rock band, their guitars buzz and crackle a little more than the radio, and there’s an ache in the singer’s voice, unremarkable as it is, that somehow makes me believe what he’s saying. The band also manages to be somewhat emotional, probably again through the singer’s voice, even though I wouldn’t tag them “emo” in a hundred years.
When the dust settles, The Limes really aren’t anything special. But maybe that’s what is so charming about them. They don’t attempt to break any new ground, appeal to a particular audience, or even write the perfect song. Yet somehow, I still find myself rooting for this band. Too much of this mediocrity is certainly a bad thing (as rock radio has evidenced), but The Limes are somehow good. Just don’t tell anyone I told you that.