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· Conor Welsch
There is a moment on Bleeds where everything caves inward at once. The guitars swell, the drums press harder, and Karly Hartzman delivers a line so plainly it feels dangerous. That moment defines the record. Wednesday are not trying to balance softness and noise anymore. They are letting both exist at full volume, even when it hurts.
Bleeds feels less like a statement and more like a reckoning.
Wednesday have always worked in contrasts, but here the divide is sharper. Alt country storytelling collides with shoegaze distortion and indie rock grit, creating songs that feel constantly on the verge of collapse. Guitars stretch from clean, ringing tones to blown-out fuzz. Pedal steel drifts through the mix like memory rather than ornament.
The album moves in surges. Songs rarely resolve cleanly. Instead, they rise, snap, and spill over. Quiet passages are never safe. Loud ones never feel indulgent. The sequencing leans into emotional whiplash, giving Bleeds a sense of motion that feels intentional and raw.
This is not an album built around hooks. It is built around feeling.
Karly Hartzman’s writing has always been conversational, but on Bleeds it becomes confrontational in its honesty. She sings like someone laying facts on the table, not asking for sympathy, not softening the edges. The effect is devastating.
The band sounds fully committed to that approach. Guitars grind and shimmer without restraint. The rhythm section stays locked even as songs threaten to unravel. There is no sense of overproduction here. The performances feel captured, not sculpted.
Wednesday sound like a band that trusts discomfort.
The heavier tracks hit hardest on vinyl, where the distortion fills the room instead of compressing inward.
Pedal steel moments feel more haunting when allowed space on wax.
Side flips offer brief breath before the album pulls you back under.
This is a full-album listen. Skipping breaks the emotional arc.
A heavier vinyl pressing fits this record. Matte sleeve, stark visuals, nothing decorative.
Bleeds does not ask to be liked. It asks to be felt. Wednesday lean fully into tension, memory, and emotional mess without cleaning it up for comfort. The album is loud, intimate, and unafraid to sit in its own damage.
This is not background music. It demands presence.
Wednesday are no longer just a critical favorite. Bleeds positions them as one of the most important American bands working right now. Their ability to fuse narrative songwriting with abrasive sound feels singular, and they are getting more confident leaning into that collision.
If they continue to follow this path, Wednesday will not need to chase relevance. The music will carry them there.
Best Spins: lock once personal favorites settle
For Fans Of: MJ Lenderman, Big Thief, Pinegrove, Dinosaur Jr
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Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe in You by Big Thief
Stratosphere by Duster
Blue Rev by Alvvays
You’re Living All Over Me by Dinosaur Jr