







Cut Worms
The car windows are down, the air is warm, and the possibilities are boundless. On Cut Worms, the new self-titled album from Brooklyn-based Max Clarke, the singer-songwriter and musician continues his exploration of what he calls âpop essentialismâ. Mining the golden hits of yesteryear for a timeless double A-side sound, he contemplates age-old questions through a modern lens. Here, he leaves behind the legendary studio and sought-after producers for a more homegrown approach, working with a cast of gifted friends and collaborators. The result is a compact collection of daydream anthems that live between the summerâs hopeful beginnings and the seasonâs fleeting end.
In many ways, this record is a response to 2020âs Nobody Lives Here Anymore, Clarkeâs expansive double-LP recorded in Memphis. While writing new material, he challenged himself to cut out extraneous detail and hang on to the essentials of what makes a song stronger. âHow much can I say and give in a limited amount of time?â
As opposed to recording the entire album in one chunk at one studio, Clarke varied his methods. Three of the songs were cut from start to finish in his shared rehearsal space. âDonât Fade Outâ and Living Insideâ were recorded in Brooklyn by Brian and Michael DâAddario of the Lemon Twigs, who also played piano and bass, respectively, on these two songs. Further basic tracking was done by Rick Spataro (of indie folk band Florist) at his Hudson Valley studio, Onlyness Analog, with contributions from the long standing Cut Worms live bandâkeyboardist John Andrews, bassist Keven Louis Lareau, and drummer Noah Bond (who played on all three sessions).
Clarke went about overdubbing in his signature fashion and found himself leaning toward arrangements that translate more easily to a live performance. The instrumentation is subtle and the harmonies often delicate. Clarkeâs tenor sits front and center amid an ensemble of celestial guitar leads, stacked horns, and strolling piano lines. The success of last yearâs self-recorded single âDream Most Wildâ gave him the confidence to take on the roles of mixer and producer for the first time on a full-length release.
A youthful spirit breathes throughout these nine songs. The carnation-adorned school dance serenade of âIâll Never Make Itâ; the starry eyed infatuation of âIs it Magic?â; the first fall leaves on the bus ride to school on âLiving Insideââall evoke a place of warmth and safety. Declarations like âDonât Fade Outâ, âLetâs Go Out On The Townâ, and âUse Your Loveâ make high demands for life to change, but beg for us, as people, to keep hold of what makes us human. Clarke wrestles with a paradoxâthe joys of experience cannot be won without the loss of innocence.
On âBallad of a Texas Kingâ Clarke sings, ââHey kid come along... something is wrong... I believe you know... All this to say, only one way that this can goâŠâ Itâs as if heâs reaching out to his younger self, letting him know the changes are inevitable. How do we hang on to a dream? How do we not lose ourselves in a world that is lost? The only way out of a nightmare is to keep going. Clarkeâs answer lies in his art, where the search for love and the perfect pop song coalesce and transcend him to that other plane.
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The car windows are down, the air is warm, and the possibilities are boundless. On Cut Worms, the new self-titled album from Brooklyn-based Max Clarke, the singer-songwriter and musician continues his exploration of what he calls âpop essentialismâ. Mining the golden hits of yesteryear for a timeless double A-side sound, he contemplates age-old questions through a modern lens. Here, he leaves behind the legendary studio and sought-after producers for a more homegrown approach, working with a cast of gifted friends and collaborators. The result is a compact collection of daydream anthems that live between the summerâs hopeful beginnings and the seasonâs fleeting end.
In many ways, this record is a response to 2020âs Nobody Lives Here Anymore, Clarkeâs expansive double-LP recorded in Memphis. While writing new material, he challenged himself to cut out extraneous detail and hang on to the essentials of what makes a song stronger. âHow much can I say and give in a limited amount of time?â
As opposed to recording the entire album in one chunk at one studio, Clarke varied his methods. Three of the songs were cut from start to finish in his shared rehearsal space. âDonât Fade Outâ and Living Insideâ were recorded in Brooklyn by Brian and Michael DâAddario of the Lemon Twigs, who also played piano and bass, respectively, on these two songs. Further basic tracking was done by Rick Spataro (of indie folk band Florist) at his Hudson Valley studio, Onlyness Analog, with contributions from the long standing Cut Worms live bandâkeyboardist John Andrews, bassist Keven Louis Lareau, and drummer Noah Bond (who played on all three sessions).
Clarke went about overdubbing in his signature fashion and found himself leaning toward arrangements that translate more easily to a live performance. The instrumentation is subtle and the harmonies often delicate. Clarkeâs tenor sits front and center amid an ensemble of celestial guitar leads, stacked horns, and strolling piano lines. The success of last yearâs self-recorded single âDream Most Wildâ gave him the confidence to take on the roles of mixer and producer for the first time on a full-length release.
A youthful spirit breathes throughout these nine songs. The carnation-adorned school dance serenade of âIâll Never Make Itâ; the starry eyed infatuation of âIs it Magic?â; the first fall leaves on the bus ride to school on âLiving Insideââall evoke a place of warmth and safety. Declarations like âDonât Fade Outâ, âLetâs Go Out On The Townâ, and âUse Your Loveâ make high demands for life to change, but beg for us, as people, to keep hold of what makes us human. Clarke wrestles with a paradoxâthe joys of experience cannot be won without the loss of innocence.
On âBallad of a Texas Kingâ Clarke sings, ââHey kid come along... something is wrong... I believe you know... All this to say, only one way that this can goâŠâ Itâs as if heâs reaching out to his younger self, letting him know the changes are inevitable. How do we hang on to a dream? How do we not lose ourselves in a world that is lost? The only way out of a nightmare is to keep going. Clarkeâs answer lies in his art, where the search for love and the perfect pop song coalesce and transcend him to that other plane.



















