Rushing Ceremony by Delay: A Gritty, Heartfelt Gem You Didn’t Know You Needed
Alright, let me just say this—Rushing Ceremony by Delay is one of those albums that sneaks up on you. Released in 2011 under Shout Out Loud Records, it’s got this raw mix of punk energy and power pop charm that feels like a punch to the gut in all the best ways. Hailing from the US, Delay blends pop and rock with a rebellious edge, and honestly? It hits different.
The tracklist reads like a diary entry—quirky but deeply personal. Songs like “Sun Keeper” and “Grocery List” stick with you long after the record stops spinning. Let me tell you why.
“Sun Keeper” kicks things off with this driving beat that just grabs you by the collar. The guitar riffs are crunchy, yeah, but there’s also this weirdly hopeful undertone to the vocals. It’s like they’re screaming into the void but secretly hoping someone will scream back. There’s something about the way the melody builds—it’s chaotic yet comforting, like running through a storm but knowing you’ll make it out alive. I can’t explain it, but every time I hear it, I feel invincible.
Then there’s “Grocery List,” which is… well, exactly what it sounds like at first glance. But man, don’t let the title fool you. This song takes mundane everyday life and turns it into something poetic. Like, who else could write lyrics about picking up bread and milk and somehow make it sound profound? The chorus explodes with this infectious energy that makes you wanna grab your keys and drive nowhere in particular. It’s messy, relatable, and oddly cathartic.
Other tracks like “Fever” bring the heat (pun intended), while slower moments like “Wave” give you space to breathe. And holy crap, “Wine Teeth”—what even is that title? It’s quirky as hell, but the song itself packs an emotional wallop.
What gets me most about Rushing Ceremony is how real it feels. It doesn’t try too hard to impress; instead, it lets its imperfections shine. That’s rare these days.
Here’s the thing though—listening to this album feels like rediscovering an old friend you forgot you had. It’s not perfect, sure, but maybe that’s the point. Life isn’t perfect either, and neither are we. So why should music be?
Oh, and here’s a random thought: if this album were a person, I bet it would have tattooed knuckles and a heart full of gold. Just saying.
