Post Adolescence

Post Adolescence

 Seattle, Washington, USA
BandAlternativeRock

Distorted punk-pop with a bit of glam. Influenced by Placebo, Manic Street Preachers, Ash, Buckcherry and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.

Biography

Drawing from 80s post-punk sounds of the Buzzcocks, Placebo, and Manic Street Preachers, Seattle’s Post Adolescence and their album “My Nothing” demonstrate a British Post-Punk sound that belongs only to them.

The band is not a catastrophe of stupidity or freaks of nature, rather it is a testament to dudes who get along, have fun, and want to rock. Singer and guitarist Johnny Straube, modern rock-influenced drummer Brian McCrossen, and pop-influenced bass player Gar Hooker became Post Adolescence in late 2007. The band spent the next couple years writing songs and playing shows, asking loyalists to wait until it was time to make a record.

Realizing they had a chance to “do something different,” Straube, McCrossen, and Hooker spent late 2009 and early 2010 recording the album “My Nothing” under the influence of Seattle producer Mark Clem. Once the album was complete, they decided to add personnel and take “My Nothing” out to fans eager to hear Post Adolescence.

Looking to capture the sound of “My Nothing” the band tapped Clem for guitars and keyboards, and former Motorik skills master Adrian Garver, whose love of punk-pop-metal fell perfectly in-line with the catacoustic impression-makers.

With the realization of the long-awaited album “My Nothing” and the expansion to a quintet, Post Adolescence is set for greatness. Straube, McCrossen, Hooker, Clem, and Garver are pleased to meet you, fill you up with the Post Adolescence's sound, and make you sing along even if you don’t want to.

Lyrics

It Gets Better

Written By: Johnny Straube

In the past it felt natural to try
To always find a reason why
The bad comes on like a flood to the good.
Why despite it all, it never felt like it should.

Well you don’t say...
It gets better.
It gets better our way.
Well you don’t say...
It gets better.
It gets better our way.

If I screamed it wouldn’t even make a sound.
Mostly ’cause there’s no one even around.
So drown yourself in dullness and apathy.
It’s the next best thing to really being happy.

Well you don’t say...
It gets better.
It gets better our way.
Well you don’t say...
It gets better.
It gets better our way.
Well you don’t say...
It gets better.
It gets better our way.
Well you don’t say...
It gets better.
It gets better our way, when you don’t care.

Wherever there is passion, there is pain.
The good, the bad, it all blends in the same.
We all need something to get through the day.
I just wish I believed it when I say

(But I don’t, now.)

It gets better.
It gets better our way.
Well you don’t say...
It gets better.
It gets better our way.
Well you don’t say...
It gets better.
It gets better our way.
Well you don’t say...
It gets better.
It gets better our way, when you don’t care.



A Song Of Surrender

Written By: Johnny Straube

I’ll never be the last man standing
Just the last one who cares.
Trapped in your pity-felt smiles
And emotion-lost stares.
My role secondary only
To those who came before.
A foot-note, mistake, cheap novelty
Now a past to ignore.

That’s when I say:

This is a salute towards unconditional surrender
To the horrible truth that manifested itself in her.
This is a song.
This is a song of surrender.

I want, I need but I’m realistic.
Desire is denial.
Rejection, her remaining comfort
Gives her peace for a while.
A show of strength, a show of weakness,
The end result is the same.
A win, a loss, it doesn’t matter.
To her it’s still just a game.

That’s when I say:

This is a salute towards unconditional surrender
To the horrible truth that manifested itself in her.
This is a song.
This is a song of surrender.

This is a salute towards unconditional surrender
To the horrible truth that manifested itself in her.
This is a song.
This is a song.
This is a song.
This is a song.

This is the end, but this ain’t it.
A waste of time and a waste of breath.
Never in the right, always left
Alone in the cold playing love like roulette.
This is the end, but this ain’t it.
This is the end, but this ain’t it.
This is the end, but this ain’t it.
This is the end.



I'm Not Here

Written By: J. Straube

I'd like to be the one who calls
All the shots but never falls
In love with you, in love with her.
As if it matters anymore.

I'd like to be the one to see
What you and I could truly be,
But like a flash that's burned too fast,
Just dedication never lasts.

You can call me, but I'm not here.
I'm not here.

It may be bold, but truth be told,
It feels as if I'm getting old.
That everything I once believed
Was only teenage fantasy.

I'd like to be another man,
The one you always say I am.
A sweet thing to say, but it's not true,
'Cause one and zero don't make two.

You can call me, but I'm not here.

I'd like to be the one to see
What you and I could truly be,
But like a flash that's burned too fast,
Just dedication never lasts.

You can call me, but I'm not here.
I'm not here.

Two as one, yet still alone.

Myspace or Yours

Written By: J. Straube

I got your message and, hey, I think you're keen too.
Going for a drink is something we should do.
I don't mind if you're looking for the same.
If you want, I don't even need a real name.

So come on down.
I'm a half bottle in.
I got plenty more.
I could have use to you.
Life in this town,
It'd be safe to say
You just want to get laid.

Well, that's okay.

I must say, out of all the personal ads,
This was the best three hours I've ever had.
But all good things, they must come to an end.
I know you need to get home to your boyfriend.

No need for tact.
I don't expect a call.
Don't care if you go.
I work tomorrow too.
Life in this town,
You could simply say
That you should be on your way.

Well, that's okay.

So come on down.
I'm a half bottle in.
I got plenty more.
I could have use to you.
Life in this town,
It'd be safe to say
You just want to get laid.

No need for tact.
I don't expect a call.
Don't care if you go.
I work tomorrow too.
Life in this town,
You could simply say
That you should be on your way.

Well, that's okay.

The Year After

Written By: J. Straube

I wish I had you back, but it's too late.
You're too far gone.
The same old situation. The same old story.
The same old song.
An act of desperation. Or aspiration?
It's all semantics, don't you know?

I'd like to be the one to say goodbye.
It must be fun to be afraid to try.
Leave it up to you to make me see
That jealously ain't really that bad a thing.

They said to "try love our way." It makes you happy,
It solves the problems.
The only trouble with that is the simple fact
It's the root of them.
I'd take it seriously
If you didn't act so goddamned guilty every time.

I'd like to be the one to say goodbye.
It must be fun to be afraid to try.
Acknowledge your expendability.
One is a less lonely number than three.

I'd like to be the one to say goodbye
It must be fun to be afraid to try.
It's a shame I couldn't stare at you
The way you glanced at me while passing through.

ESP

Written By: J. Straube

Made me make a promise
That you couldn?t even keep.
The only thing you keep?s distance.
Stony, stoic, wretched.
I cringe at the silence of my phone,
The fear of God in stepping outside.

It feels like years since you have gone away,
And every day I wish that you had stayed.

I still walk the streets now,
But I?m always looking down,
'Cause everything I see is you.
It?s not that I?m not looking,
It?s just that I?m not finding
A good reason to move on.

It feels like years since you have gone away.
Smiling empty, laughter is just a charade.
Fooling nobody but myself.
?03's city living; ?04's urban hell.

This puzzle?s falling to pieces.
There?s no point to even cry;
It?s just a useless waste of time.
I?d try to close my eyes,
But I don?t think it would help.
It?s through the darkness you remember.

It feels like years since you have gone away,
And every day I wish that you had stayed.
Always at the right place at the wrong time.
I?m scared of living, but I never want to die.

Discography

My Nothing - 2010

Set List

Sets are any length, up to an hour. We have more material if necessary.