We Might Not Sleep At All This Year

"Named after a Thermals song, this band really blew me away with their debut EP a couple years ago, so I was really looking forward to their first full-length. The music is a bit different this time around - not as hyperactive (and it sounds a bit less like the Thermals this time around, as well), but though the pace of the songs might have slowed a bit, there seems to be even more intensity to them somehow. Listening to these songs and the lyrics is like watching someone who believes they are completely indestructible (and quite possibly are) smashing through everything in their path, against all odds, to reach their destination. They may be exhausted or discouraged, but they rarely show it. A lot of the songs have a road/driving theme to them, as if they were written about (or in anticipation of) the trials of touring, which is something they plan to do a lot of, so look out for 'em!" MTQ=10/10. -INDIEPAGES

"New York's A Passing Feeling bristle with energy and deliver a constant stream of hooks and melodies that evoke Ted Leo or the New Pornographers, but their sound is a bit more stripped down and raw. The guitars are trebly and frantic, the drums bash away insistently, and the vocals are likely to be stuck in your head for hoursafterwards." - PROVIDENCE MONTHLY
"With an inlay card which repeats 'drink destroy' and a drumbeat cribbed from 'Gary Gilmore's Eyes' to open, A Passing Feeling's modus operandi is quite clear - janglesome punk rock which wades into our lives with the sole intention of nihilistic practices. Referencing off-kilter punk like the Minutemen, emo like the Promise Ring, and for UK-philes, the Libertines, it's a tried-and-tested 10 songs in half-an-hour format as choruses are bellowed out, fingers are shredded on guitars strings and drum rims, and tears and sweat and tears are expunged. In other words, a draining shattering experience and one you'll be all the better for." [DB] %%%% - IS THIS MUSIC

"Somehow A Passing Feeling was able to squeeze this record in under my radar, despite the fact that I wore out their EP and played phone tag with these guys for ages (and ultimately missed their only LA show! Sorry dudes!). The point is, I love this band, and I love their new record. It came out back in November, if you can believe it, on this high quality hand-screened package. I think it was a short run of 150. They've just got a great energy, writing sick pop songs. They're not snotty punks, but they've definitely pissed in those corners before. I don't know why they're not more popular. This is just a fun band with big hooks, sing-along choruses and the singer has a great voice. Their songs are just built to catch. At any rate, I want everyone to go pick up a copy of the record. It's one of my favorites, and hasn't left my car stereo for a minute. And as we all try to keep warm in our various states and depths of snow, it's nice to have some fucking heat from a solid rock band. There's nothing cozy about this record, but that doesn't mean it won't keep your warm". - MUSIC FOR ROBOTS

"1stAL which, last year of 4 pieces A of NY departure Passing Feeling follows to the debut EP of beginning. It is fixed to the pattern which it tries to deviate from every day of the expectation which is sick, after all even that is decided. . . Expanding among such a moments, the thinking where it can repel and scatters, does not have the doing place of pathos mixture pierces sharply and sticks. . .! Experimental the instantaneous continuation is one habit it has been connected with in D pop sense. But being the mentality where the liver of this band passed Strokes to the last, makes the getting flat way, it is and spits out the emotion of the [tsu] fungus and, without falling at the irritation and the last place which it makes kind of [hirihiri] which it strikes to the floor, it seems that is sticky in order for there to be very a crisis atmosphere which is imminent, you can think. 150 transfinite surface plates only of [maisupe] or label sight! It is the intense pushing!" (m narisawa) (Japanese Review)

"Red Gold" - A Passing Feeling
"This is one of those "you had me at the intro" songs: the ringing chords, hinting at but not quite utilizing dissonance and/or feedback, and so carefully placed in that universally appealing 1-2, 1-2, 1-2-3 pattern--but actually no, they extend past the "obvious" resolution with chord number seven of the progression and manage to re-resolve with an additional, eighth chord. This NYC-based quartet will hang the entire song upon this series of nicely articulated chords and it works because of what it sounds like when Brian Miltenberg starts spitting out the words: it sounds like his life depends upon every syllable. And I do mean spitting: he rivals Joe Strummer as the rock vocalist who for me most easily conjures visions of sweat and saliva hitting the microphone with each lyrical declaration. (This is a compliment by the way.)..." - FINGERTIPS

 

Self Titled EP

"This is the sound of the young and hungry. This is the sound a hot-ass, muggy Northeast summer sweating itself out on record, and chilling to the bone come winter. This is the sound of a great fucking record. A Passing Feeling, a terribly young band (They formed just about a year ago), reminds me a ton of the Exploding Hearts...It's everything you want in an indie punk record."

- MUSIC FOR ROBOTS

 

"I've been sitting on A Passing Feeling's self-titled EP for far too long - especially since it screams to be heard, and sometimes quite literally. These four boys churn out spirited indie punk that reminds me of my high school days in sweaty, beer-soaked clubs in DC (that best kind of club featuring that best kind of punk: urgent and accessible). Precisely the kind of music that I'm looking forward to cranking on an early summer Saturday night! I know that Book of Matches is absolutely going to get some spins this weekend... It's five songs of absolute goodness! I'm jealous of any of you all who have a chance to see these folks live - I'll bet that they tear it up." - JUDO CHOPPED

"A Passing Feeling sent me their self-titled EP weeks ago and it's taken me this long to finally feature their music? Shame on me. This music has a sense of urgency to it. It sounds like Jeep Wranglers and bikinis. It screams FUN day. It needs to be played, needs to be heard, needs to be loud...shit, I'm not the only one who thinks so" - EAR FARM

 

"I'm always super-excited when I put on a record from a band I know absolutely nothing about, and love it instantly... and this is one such record. As far as I can tell, this is the band's debut release, and it sounds a lot like the Thermals (one of our favorites!). I mean they've got everything down, from the overdriven sound to the hyperactive vocals - hell, they're even named after a Thermals song! And although the songwriting is also a bit similar - with the band emphasizing melody as much as energy - there's not so much repetition as the Thermals like to use. These five songs clock in at just over 14 minutes, so the disc is over before you know it, but that only adds to the immediacy of the whole record. I'll definitely be looking out for this band!" MTQ=5/5

- INDIEPAGES

"Book of Matches" - A Passing Feeling
"As the original punk era ricocheted into the original new wave era, this was the sort of song that was in the air: a short, triumphant bit of sweat and booze and bluster. My heart will ever have a big sloppy soft spot for songs with two separate hooks; that this NYC-based foursome delivers two great hooks in a song not even two and a half minutes long is all but insane. The first hook, 18 seconds in, starting with the words "So in taking you back to the scene of the crime," has something of the unbridled melodicism of early Elvis Costello, fully utilizing all seven notes of the scale in a delightful four-measure outburst. (Think in contrast to how many pop hits of recent decades employ often as few as three or four discrete notes in their hooks, if you can call them hooks.) On the heels of hook number one, singer Brian Miltenberg spits out the second hook in the glorious chorus, which is, rather delightfully, a throwback melody straight from the '50s, but sped up and thrashed through, as if the Ramones had attacked doo-wop instead of the Brill Building with their black-leather buzzsaw. For all of this song's brevity there's something monumental brewing in its sonic onslaught; I sure hope someone somewhere is blaring this out a dorm window on a blue, flowery day this spring..."

- FINGERTIPS