The Pretty Flowers – Never Felt Bitter

As I’m sure anyone who finds their way to Upstarter can attest to, we all have certain bands in our lives that are absolutely timeless. Heroes of our youth, names we wrote on our backpacks with permanent marker. Bands we saw in their prime while in our prime. They were foundational building blocks of how we shaped our identities, and the soundtracks to some of the best nights of our lives, as well as the ringing in our ears to the worst hangovers of our lives (those actually come later when you’re 46 and have three IPAs in the sun, but that’s not relevant right now). I think for most people, the all-time favorite bands lists pull mostly from our younger years.

Despite the present day affording us the privilege of having nearly every song ever recorded in our pockets, it’s instead the shallow pool of bands that we have ancient personal history with that wind up tattooed on our arms, brains, and hearts forever. Every few years or so though, a new one breaks through. A first ballot hall of famer. A group of people who perhaps draw from a similar library of classics, and are able to incorporate those ingredients into something equally perfect, but also entirely new and their own. The Pretty Flowers are one of those bands for me, and Never Felt Bitter is their new album.

I feel like I need to preface this by saying I’m about as much of a writer as I am a musician. I’m just a middle aged man with Google Docs and a guitar. I wish I had the proper skill to explain to you how and why everything on here is so fantastic. If I leave out any individual member’s contribution, I’m sorry. I don’t really have the vernacular to explain the minutiae of song craft. It sounds very good and I like it a lot, and I’ll probably just have to resort to saying this in as many different ways as I can think of. Get your own friend named Jerry with a URL if you think you can do better.

In preparation for writing this review I queued up the album, and hopped on my bike for a nice springtime tour around Southeast Portland. Just as difficult as it is for me to not get carried away by a new PF record, it is equally hard to not be swept away by the city on one of the first truly warm days of the year. Cherry blossoms everywhere, people walking their dogs and drinking coffee, the low hum of lawns being mowed. During this unbelievably shit time in human history, on this tiny lone droplet of water in the endless dark vacuum of space, I find myself surrounded by beauty just as the opening track “Thief of Time” transitions into the full throttle “To Be So Cool”. I start pedalling faster.

Now, the last two Pretty Flowers albums come out of the gates hot with immediately gripping superhits on track one. On Never Felt Bitter, although “Thief of Time” is a fabulous song, it is more of a slow, meandering opener and clocks in at more than four minutes. As with much of the record, it dabbles in more elaborate instrumentation and song structure, but loses none of the craft that’s made their other output so memorable. It also tees up “To Be So Cool” so well. Sequencing has always been a strength of this band.

“Ocean Swimming” comes on next, and although I’ve only had this album for a few weeks, I can’t believe how familiar with it I am already. Even though some of these songs are slightly different from the rest of their catalog, they fit so seamlessly into it that they’re already occupying the same space in my brain. I even glanced down at my phone thinking that I may have accidentally put an old song on a PF shuffle or something. How do I know this song so well already? These songs almost immediately demand to be sung along to. 

“Came Back Kicking” is track four, and I guess you could say it’s the single of Never Felt Bitter. You know it’s a hit ten seconds in, and nothing that happens for the next three and half minutes dissuades you otherwise. I don’t want to disparage it with words, it’s perfect. It’s like the Jaws of songs.

Side A finishes off with two absolute rippers in “Big Dummy” and “Convent Walls”. Both with huge leads, massive hooks and choruses. The traditional Pretty Flowers sound is like a confluence between Promise Ring, Mrs. Magician, and Bum. On Never Felt Bitter, I feel like they’ve also (very successfully) added some Teardrop Explodes into the mix, making the songs a bit more odd while maintaining all of catchiness. This really shines through on these last two songs. Side A = A+.

Side B opens with “Ring True”, my current favorite track on the album (it has changed as many times as there are songs). Thundering rhythm section, and effects laden guitars pound out something fairly different sounding than their other output, but equally excellent. 

“Safe & Secure” is next, and contains my favorite line on the record, “You can always call your mom until you can’t”. Another banger, and has an excellent bridge and solo bit that makes it one I frequently come back to. 

Another fast one for the title track comes in as song #9. It’s maybe the most aggressive sounding PF song to date, in all the best ways. Often bands will throw in a fast one on their difficult third album to compensate for the change, but this one feels right at home. Some absolutely sick bass lines make it very special. 

“Feel A Little Vague” and “Tough Love” follow this up with another example of how strong the sequencing is on here. The former is a slow jam that’s very reminiscent of Mrs. Magician, with a great lead that wouldn’t sound out of place on Starfish by The Church. It pairs so well with the more upbeat and danceable “Tough Love”. 

The closer “Not Dissolve” distills down the newer elements of the band that makes Never Felt Bitter an expansion of their sound. It’s long and slow, orchestral, kinda weird, and fantastic. A perfect closing track to this record.

Never Felt Better is absolutely everything you could want from a third album of one of your favorite bands. They “mature”, but all of the elements of what makes them a perennial favorite are still there. It’s an incredibly difficult thing to do, pulling off a run of albums like this to start a band’s career. It’s obviously the highest possible rank of highly recommended. I can’t wait to catch them again on a west coast swing next time they tour. A friendly reminder that I am out of town July 13-17th, so please don’t come then.

Closing thoughts: I feel I need to shout out Tim Pop Kid for introducing me to The Pretty Flowers first record when it came out. Without his persistent enthusiasm, they may have slipped through the cracks. Tim is patient zero for so much of my favorite music, and I owe him a lot for that. 

Cheers. 
Zach Nellis-Tessmer

Amusement / FeverSleep / SPARES live at The Alleway. Portland, OR 10/14/2025

Going to a show alone usually isn’t anyone’s Plan A, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be a good time. Three local bands on a Tuesday with relatively short notice was an improbable group outing anyway, so when my mention of the show on the chat was met only with a suggestion for a new program on Apple TV+ two hours later, I wasn’t terribly surprised. I’ve been to shows alone before.

There is no “Jump to Recipe” button in amateur music writing, but if you’re looking for an account of the actual show I guess it starts in paragraph four. Otherwise, the following is a little background information.

I’d been looking forward to seeing Amusement again as they are one of my favorite bands period right now. Sometimes you get lucky and happen upon music that feels tailor made to your preferences, and when they’re local it’s even sweeter. Not to be reductive of any of their nine recorded songs (including one Dinosaur Jr. cover that is honestly so much more sick and necessary than you think it would be), but Amusement sound like a cross between Seaweed’s Four and Pegboy’s Strong Reaction, with some aforementioned Mascis style leads peppered in there. People say this kind of shit all the time about bands, and then you hear them and you’re like, “Yeah, but not as good”. This is what sets Amusement apart. They’re on that same level. These guys are the real fucking deal. Easily my most listened to band of this past year.

I went into the evening with the handicap of having had too much clam chowder at my in-laws before heading across town. Additional handicaps of being low on gas, being a little tired, it’s cold outside, and I’m thirsty, were also present. Your mind plays tricks on you when you try and go out at night when you’re over 30 (and more so every decade after). So do your eyes, making the driving tricky, because you also go blind when it’s dark outside the day you turn 45. Undeterred, I sat in my car in front of the venue considering going home, because I actually was deterred by all those things. Thankfully, I decided to go for it. I paid my $10 door fee after unnecessarily asking if they took cash, because now that I’m here alone I’ve suddenly started to behave as if I’ve never been anywhere. Perfect time to head to the bar for some self-assuredness. This came in the form of a glass of red wine, because now every time I have an IPA I get weird nightmares and gain five pounds. It came in an actual wineglass, which was embarrassing, but whatever. I walked around like I was maneuvering between groups of people I knew (I wasn’t), waiting for the first band to start. During this aimless shifting I did get to witness a very cool interaction where the parents of one of the members of SPARES showed up to support their adult son. The dad unzipping his jacket to reveal an old Psalm 69 Ministry shirt made the moment extra special. There is still beauty in the world if you know how to look for it.

Mercifully for me as I was out of ideas on how to act natural, SPARES started their set. I’d spent some time with their EP (a 23 minute 12” with six songs, some might call it an LP) in the days leading up to the show, and had been enjoying it more and more with each listen. It’s a slow burn, but really pays off and has become one of my favorite records of the year. I was curious to see what they’d sound like in a bar setting, since have a lot of tangled intricate structures and Faraquet-style noodling in their songs. They sounded amazing, it was truly impressive. That band is tight, and more than a little reminiscent of another top shelf classic Portland band of yesteryear, Thirty Ought Six.

Spares

As I’m watching them I remember that this is the same bar that my old band played an ill-fated (and poorly attended) Halloween show 15ish years ago, which was the opposite of what I was witnessing here. No members of SPARES appeared wasted, and nobody was dressed in a way too small Pinocchio costume that ripped down the center when they popped into a Johnny Ramone stance. That night sucked, this one was turning out to be pretty great. I love SPARES, and am going to try and sneak over to catch them next month when they’re playing downtown next door to the Toys That Kill show. Check them out, and make your streaming service addled brain sticks with the songs even if they start slowly. Sometimes the main hook is buried pretty deep, but it’s always there and always worth it.

FeverSleep are up next, and I notice that their singer/guitar player is also the bass player in Amusement. These three bands share a couple drummers as well. Feversleep have such a cool sound that’s somewhere between the B side of Bivouac and Broccoli. All their brilliant moodiness shines through in the live show too, and it’s a killer set. They also have a six song, 20 minute 12” that came out a couple years back. I almost picked up a physical copy, and really wish I would’ve now that I’ve been listening to it so much. Great band, and if their new track “Glassing” is any indication, they’re only getting better.

FeverSleep

I think a true sign that you really like a band is when they play a new song and you’re happy about it, so when Amusement open up with something I haven’t heard yet I’m pretty excited. It’s obviously great, and remains faithfully on-brand. They followed it up with “Walk Out to Sink” and “Holding On”, probably my two favorite songs of theirs if I were forced to choose, and by now I’m having the best time. This is evident in any of the clips people posted on Instagram (which I rejoined immediately afterwards so I’d quit missing out on shows like this) where one dude in a backwards Twins hat is bobbing his head just a little too enthusiastically. More hits are played, and I think a couple were making out in the photobooth before gleefully leaving together midway through a song. Magic is in the air. I’m glad I didn’t give into laziness and duck out last minute because something seemed potentially uncomfortable.

Amusement

Speaking of something potentially uncomfortable, I’m unable restrain myself from talking to John and Stan from Amusement after their set. This isn’t only because of the band, but also because John was wearing an Allied Recordings hoodie(!) and Stan had on a very sharp Sugar T shirt, the latter of which I fully intend to hunt down a copy of later on international punk rock marketplace, Etsy.com. Sick band shirts remain the greatest ice breakers. I chatted with these dudes after a different show this summer, and they were both very nice, cool, and interesting fellows. It’s impossible to tell if these conversations are mutual, or merely tolerated by the other party, but after hearing a story about Lance Hahn rescuing a guitar he got from Leatherface from an apartment fire, I realize that even if I’m embarrassing myself I’m also acquiring a piece of historical knowledge that is priceless.

Stan and his absolutely stunning Copper Blue shirt.

Despite going alone and being old, I left this show feeling reinvigorated by it. Whether or not there’s always a great local music scene no matter where you are, or if this particular group of bands right now in Portland is something truly special is up to you. I’d like to think it’s both. Don’t be afraid to get out there.

-Zach Nellis-Tessmer