PUP - "Reservoir". A song that's made of two even things: anger and celebration. It's not an equal split - "Reservoir" is gladder than mad - but each aspect informs the other. PUP do not celebrate safely. They do not rage unkindly. They mosh and gnash, crest and crash, bare smiles and heft fists. Splashes of roaring guitar intro a chorus that's a kingdom, a victorious realm, pogo-ing in place until the peril of another verse. For all the volume and feedback, there's no mess, not really: this is exact & expert, precisely unbridled, tight as a good knot.

And "Reservoir"'s got a great video, directed by Chandler Levack, a Gramo-friend and past contributor to Said the Gramophone, and Jeremy Schaulin-Rioux. It's thrillingly shot, perfectly framed: a punk rock show falling mid-way between Jem Cohen's Fugazi doc and Peter Jackson's Dead Alive. If this were a real gig, PUP would never outlive it: the night they played through catastrophe, died and came back to life, made everyone's hearts grow two times larger.

[PUP at Bandcamp]