Inside Alien Boy’s Painstaking Guitar Pop Metamorphosis
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The Portland band’s third album, You Wanna Fade?, navigates disorienting life changes and expands their twinkly soundworld.
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Listening to Alien Boy is like experiencing high-stakes romance on a molecular level. Every wispy, nasal romantic plea and rumble of succulent anglophile jangle courses through your veins like you’re 17 again and drowning in your first bout of lovesickness. From their 2014 mushroom-tripping Portland quartet’s third album, You Wanna Fade?, is aching proof.
Wrestling with heartbreak and nagging neuroses, You Wanna Fade? bears witness to big life changes. Through a beautifully trippy kaleidoscope of before, during, and after, singer-songwriter Sonia Weber ponders what remains when full-hearted feelings have shifted—and how best to honor those past feelings while rebuilding your sense of self. For an unabashed romantic like Weber, working on yourself in the midst of a breakup is rough. Like reading your own inadequacies in all caps through a 24-hour news ticker. Like painting your face with clown makeup and tap dancing through the deepest loneliness you’ve ever felt.
But even though she’s still wading through the aftermath, Weber is starting to settle into herself in a way she hasn’t before. “I think you can change anything and everything whenever you want—it feels really scary, but you just can,” she says over Zoom. “I felt like I wasn’t able to be fully open with myself because I was afraid of what was there, and I was afraid of sharing it with this person that I had been in a relationship with for a long time. And to fully feel and understand all these things that I was feeling, I needed to not be in that relationship anymore and have a pretty significant life change.”
“I gave up the good life to live in a dream I don’t like / And I don’t even know what you’re like / But baby I’m free,” Weber sings on “Cold Air,” highlighting the growing pains and emerging lightness of change. But the further you delve into You Wanna Fade?, the more it becomes clear just how fragile and complicated the whole notion of transformation is. “Nothing’s fine, nothing stays / Not the feeling, not the way / It’s all stuck, everything stays / I can’t ever seem to change,” Weber intones on “Everything Stays,” illuminating the brazen contradictions that swirl when emotions are running high. There’s also an undercurrent of shame that intermittently rears its ugly head. “I don’t wanna be seen, yeah I don’t wanna be known,” Weber proclaims on “Changes,” lamenting both painful self-analysis and interaction with the outside world.
“I think once the record came out, that’s when I had this feeling of ‘I don’t really want to be seen anymore,’” Weber says. “There was an aftershock of how vulnerable it felt. Having written the songs so long ago, sometimes I listen to them or I sing them and I don’t feel anything, and I think when everybody else was hearing it, I was like, ‘Oh shit, this is actually super intense.’”
Guitarist Caleb Misclevitz is in the interesting position of holding inside and outside perspectives on the album’s themes. On the one hand, he has been close friends with Weber since high school, and he helped curate and sequence the tracklist from a grand storytelling lens. He also sold Weber on the album title during a particularly “glowy-brained” trip to Portland karaoke bar Baby Ketten on Thanksgiving Eve. But even Misclevitz describes his understanding of the record as “ambient,” which speaks to Weber’s ability to make you feel like you’re simultaneously living in the thick of her memories and stumbling through the funhouse of her mind.
But he does feel that the record embodies the intensity of Portland summers, as well as the emotional juxtaposition of a frenzied dreamstate and sobering morning clarity. “In the Pacific Northwest, summer feels like this big game that everything leads up to,” Misclevitz says, a feeling that’s perhaps explained by the brief period of sunshine that cascades over the typically grey region. “You’re spending most of the year worrying and fussing and preparing to get summer right, so I think this record feels like that summer to me—the stakes are really high.” Weber also hears a deep longing for self-embodiment. “I want to feel good in my body, I want to feel hot, I want to feel confident, and I don’t want to make myself feel small,” she says. “No one was making me feel small, but I was feeling small. I was like, ‘I need to explore all of this stuff to fully step into the person I want to be,’ and I see that a lot in the songs.”
The heady emotions within You Wanna Fade? resemble a painstaking purge, and musically, this same description feels apt. With a cinematic alt-rock scope marked by tasteful touches like clinking bottles, drum-machine breaks, and flute-like mellotron, as well as a foreground that quakes from their triple-guitar blitz, You Wanna Fade? is a beautiful, head-banging antithesis of slackerdom. While their 2018 debut LP Sleeping Lessons had a scuzzier, more gothic sound and their 2021 follow-up Don’t Know What I Am leaned on fizzing, no-frills songcraft, You Wanna Fade? feels like a gargantuan, thunderous attempt at guitar pop final boss-ery. Alien Boy attribute this level up to a number of factors, including more time and risk-taking, the addition of guitarist A.P. Fiedler, and sharper musicianship.
“I really love recording, producing, and engineering, but I’ve always been in the enger’s seat being like, ‘I don’t want to have too heavy a hand, or have too many cooks in the kitchen,’” Misclevitz says. “So every time we’ve gone into the studio before, I just observed and thought, ‘I wish we could do this or that’ and bit my tongue… This time, for me, it was about taking more agency, being less reserved, and pitching more crazy ideas and being willing to say, ‘Oh yeah, that is stupid, but there’s only one way to find out if it’s stupid.’”
In of composing the record’s signature interwoven guitar parts, they describe the process as a “slow descent into madness,” exemplified by hallucinatory naps—including one near a space heater that almost set Misclevitz’s hair on fire—and swigs of kettle-heated pho broth, plus one headache-inducing day spent solely working on guitar . “We were just hanging and playing guitar until we couldn’t anymore,” Weber recalls. “I thought everything was going to go way faster than it did, but really, I just made Caleb and A.P. watch me play guitar for like five days straight … [A.P. and I] both got really into the Smashing Pumpkins, which we talk about all the time, and we were so excited to be like, ‘No, we’re going to make real guitar solos!’” Weber says while sporting a Siamese Dream T-shirt.