I have been more excited for Jeff Rosenstock’s third solo album, WORRY., than I’ve been for pretty much anything in the past year or two. When it went up on Spotify last night, I had a brief moment of terror, where for a split second I questioned whether I had hyped it up too much. Maybe my expectations were too high. Then I hit play and realized that was a stupid mistake.
The music I listen to could be described less as a genre and more as an emotional state: I’m a big sucker for media made by and about people who have struggled but still manage to find a glimmer of hope in the world. That’s why I love musicians like Frank Turner and shows like Bojack Horseman, so it should surprise no one that I love WORRY. Jeff Rosenstock has dealt with his anxieties in all of his solo work, but this album feels especially poignant now, when the United States is best characterized by police shooting unarmed black people and a fascist Cheeto bragging about sexually assaulting women after referring to Mexican immgrants as “rapists”. So many of us in this country are terrified of what will become of it. Add that to our personal insecurities about falling in love, being able to afford our rent, and whether or not our friends really like us, and you have a recipe for disaster. Rosenstock is able to address all of these thoughts and fears on WORRY. while still giving an upbeat and hopeful finale. Continue reading Album Review: Jeff Rosenstock – WORRY.