Thrice shows itself to be a band that can go the distance in the ring. With each album, the punches gain force. From the beginning, Dustin Kensrue’s lyrics have been potent but Thrice’s latter releases reveal his true knockout force as he sings everything from marriage to media to morality in a sagacious drawl.
Major/Minor is a powerful album, but a lot of fans may not know what to do with it. Sonically, it’s a little confusing, revisiting a weirdly out-of-place grunge sound. Lyrically, though, it’s a heavyweight boxer. Hard-hitting “Yellow Belly” bookends the album with a grungy, gritty electric opener and offers an acoustic reprise to close. Careful listeners will catch allusion to the difficulty of confronting the hypocrite within as well as criticism of those who pray for rapture instead of confronting evils around them.
Kensrue uses his powerful parabolic style to narrate his own faith journey and challenges others to consideration. “Words in the Water” tells of the lifting of the law and “Listen Through Me” describes the crucifixion.
Major/Minor is unmistakeably Thrice, regardless of their frequent experimentation. This heavier, more minimally produced record is somewhat similar to Beggars and may please fans of Vheissu. Stickwork and guitar are grungy yet somehow pretty crisp, drawing together with the vocals into anthemic sound. As a band, Thrice continues doing what they want to do and paying little credence to the tastes of their fanbase. Love it or hate it, they are Do-It-Yourself poster boys, revolutionaries in a people-pleasing industry.