Eagulls’ “Room 17, Brooklyn, NY” – A Raw Rock Gem That Still Stings (In a Good Way)
Let’s cut to the chase: Eagulls’ Room 17, Brooklyn, NY isn’t your polished, overproduced rock album. Released on Nov 7, 2013, via Daytrotter in the good ol’ US of A, this live session feels like stumbling into a sweaty basement show where everyone’s too cool to admit they’re having fun. It’s raw, unfiltered, and kinda messy—but isn’t that what rock ‘n roll is supposed to be?
The tracklist reads short but packs a punch: Yellow Eyes, Welcome To Daytrotter, Possessed, Nerve Endings, and Molting. If I had to pick two standouts, it’d be Yellow Eyes and Possessed. Let me tell ya why these tunes stuck with me more than my ex’s bad habits.
First up, Yellow Eyes. This one hits you right in the gut from the first chord. It’s got that brooding, almost post-punk vibe that makes you wanna stare moodily out a rain-streaked window while smoking a cigarette you don’t even need. The vocals are snarly without being try-hard, and the guitar riffs sound like they were born in a dingy garage somewhere. You can practically hear the cobwebs clinging to the amps. But hey, that’s the charm!
Then there’s Possessed. Oh man, this track is wild. It starts off all jittery and nervous, like someone just spilled their drink at a house party. By the time it builds into its chaotic crescendo, you’re fully hooked—it’s the musical equivalent of watching a slow-motion car crash. In other words, impossible to look away from. Or stop headbanging to.
Now, I won’t pretend every song here reinvents the wheel. Tracks like Welcome To Daytrotter feel more like warm-ups than full-blown bangers. And yeah, some moments might blur together if you're not paying attention. But honestly? That looseness works for an album recorded live in Room 17—whoever or whatever that room is. Maybe it's haunted; who knows?
Here’s the kicker though: listening to this record reminds me how rare it is to find music that doesn’t take itself too seriously anymore. These guys weren’t aiming for perfection—they were chasing energy, grit, and something real. And damn, did they nail it.
So next time you're scrolling through Spotify looking for something edgy yet oddly comforting, give Room 17, Brooklyn, NY a spin. Just don’t blame me when you catch yourself humming Possessed during your morning commute. Rock 'n roll ghosts have a way of sticking around longer than you expect.
