Album Review: Einstein’s Getaway by Stranger Son Of WB
Alright, let’s talk about Einstein’s Getaway, the 2009 art rock gem from Stranger Son Of WB. Released under White Box and spanning the UK, Europe, and the US, this album feels like a journey you didn’t know you needed but are glad you took. It’s got that quirky, experimental vibe that makes art rock so dang fun—layers of sound, unexpected twists, and lyrics that make you go, “Wait… what did they just say?”
Now, onto the tracks. There’s a lot to unpack here, but two songs really stuck with me: Crawl and Einstein’s Getaway. Let me tell ya why.
Crawl kicks things off with this moody, almost haunting energy. The guitar work is sharp yet dreamy, like it’s pulling you into some kind of sonic labyrinth. And the vocals? They’ve got this raw edge that’s equal parts gritty and vulnerable. It’s one of those tracks where you’re not entirely sure what’s happening lyrically, but the emotion hits you anyway. By the time the chorus rolls around, you’re hooked—it’s catchy without being cheesy, which is harder to pull off than it sounds.
Then there’s the title track, Einstein’s Getaway. This one’s wild. It starts with this jangly riff that feels like it could soundtrack a mad scientist’s lab or something. As it builds, the song throws in these weird little breaks and tempo shifts that keep you on your toes. I mean, who doesn’t love a tune that feels like it’s constantly reinventing itself? Plus, the name alone—Einstein’s Getaway—makes me picture Albert Einstein hopping into a DeLorean or something. Like, what’s he running from? A bad haircut? A physics exam? Your guess is as good as mine.
Other tracks like P.a.y. and Mog’s Pill add their own flavors to the mix, keeping things fresh and unpredictable. But honestly, part of the charm of this album is how it doesn’t try too hard to be perfect. It’s messy in all the right ways, like a painting that only makes sense when you step back and squint.
Reflecting on Einstein’s Getaway, I can’t help but think it’s the kind of album that sneaks up on you. At first listen, you might not get it—it’s not exactly radio-friendly or polished to a shine. But give it time, and it worms its way into your brain. Honestly, isn’t that what great music’s supposed to do?
Oh, and here’s my random thought for the day: If Einstein really did have a getaway car, I bet it’d be powered by spaghetti noodles and regret. Just saying.
So yeah, check out this album if you’re into art rock that doesn’t play by the rules. You won’t regret it. Probably.
