Dead Petting Zoo by American Lesion: A Wild Ride Through Rock, Blues, and Pop Vibes
Alright, let’s talk about Dead Petting Zoo, the 2013 album from American Lesion. It’s one of those records that feels like a mixtape made by your edgy older cousin who’s way cooler than you. With its rock & roll backbone and hints of bluesy grit and pop charm, this album is messy in all the right ways. Released under Field Theory Records, it’s got enough attitude to make you wanna crank up the volume and annoy your neighbors.
The album opens with “Song for the Dead,” which hits hard right outta the gate. It’s got this raw energy that grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let go. The guitar riffs are punchy, and the vocals have this snarling edge that makes you feel like you’re at some underground dive bar where everyone’s just there to forget their problems. Honestly, I remember this track because it sets the tone so damn well—it’s angry but also kinda fun, like flipping off the world while dancing to it.
Then there’s “You & I” (or maybe it’s “You and I”—they’ve got two versions or something? IDK). This one stands out because it slows things down a bit and gets almost introspective. The lyrics are simple but hit home, like when you’re lying awake thinking about someone who screwed you over. The melody sticks in your head too—it’s catchy without being annoying, which is rare for slower songs on rock albums. It’s the kind of track you’d blast while driving alone late at night, windows down, pretending you’re in a moody indie film.
Other tracks like “Asshole” and “Bad Friends” keep the rebellious vibe alive, while songs like “Bored and Lonely” (yes, they spelled it two different ways—confusing) bring a more laid-back groove. And then there’s “Feltburn,” which sounds exactly how it should given the name—dark, heavy, and kinda gross in the best possible way.
What I love about Dead Petting Zoo is how unapologetically chaotic it feels. It’s not trying to be perfect; instead, it leans into its rough edges and lets the imperfections shine. Sure, some tracks blend together after a few listens, but that’s part of its charm. It’s like hanging out with an old friend who’s unpredictable but always entertaining.
So yeah, if you’re into music that’s equal parts angsty, sleazy, and heartfelt, give this album a spin. Just don’t blame me if you start randomly shouting lyrics at inappropriate moments. Oh, and here’s a random thought to leave you with: why do bands always name their albums weird stuff? Like, what even is a dead petting zoo? Now I’m picturing zombie animals, and honestly, that might be the most metal thing ever.
