Pill is Veronica Torres, Andrew Spaulding, Benjamin Jaffe, and Jonathan Campolo. Pill found each other in Brooklyn, NY, colliding in the city's ever-changing DIY community. They exist along the tail of transition that has found new and worrisome traditions of marginalization in NYC. Convenience is Pill's debut album. It follows an EP and single, exploding the concepts advanced on those recordings through a field of emotional and political upheaval, where something that makes life easier for one group of people might make life harder for another. It's this very skepticism of modern comfort that drives the music Pill makes; an unsettled sound that dichotomizes a tension-release dynamic that feeds upon itself.
Convenience skids like a garbage truck with no brakes, barreling through passages of guitar chording bent at the wrong angles and ring-modded riffs aligning with Ben's expressive sax before splitting apart into chaos. Veronica assumes double-duty between vocals and bass, while Jonathan plays three instruments in the live setting and Andrew four, including circuit-bent noise rigs of their own invention. Veronica's words are delivered with the speed and frenzy of someone with their life on the line, but she's also able to slow things down in a gesture of dominance, confidence, and trust. This band is wise enough to know that safety is fleeting, so they take their digs when and where they can.
Politics are important to Pill. Veronica identifies as a feminist, but declines any specific agenda other than "awareness of our own bodies and the space around us, and being cautious of what is projected onto us." Her lyrics tackle themes of harassment ("Speaking Up"), government impedance ("My Rights"), and gender intersection ("Fetish Queen," "Dead Boys"). She warns about pigeonholing her approach, or the words she sings: "Me and every other woman I know who screams in a band gets the same references," so kindly don't bother.
Today, communication slides down the scissor of anonymity and accountability. Needs are instantly answered, sublimated, and replaced by other needs. Pill are pawns in a city which amplifies the societal curses of the day, as well as its denizens' responses to them. Pill's music is one such response, a pulsing protest of anguish and desire clotted with arrhythmia and dissonance. A howl of freedom that is conscious of the cost of that freedom. This is a time and a place in which convenience is delivered and returned for store credit. This is a time for Pill.