Don’t You Think You’ve Had Enough? is the third full-length release from the L.A.-based band Bleached, and I think it might be their first recording that truly shows off their talent. Prior outings have been imbued with a thrilling, devil-may-care rawness that echoed the attitudes of their college rock ancestors, the ones who routinely sabotaged their own success in a preemptive strike on accusations of the despised sin of selling out. I’m certainly not the person to deny the appeal of that approach, but I also recognize it’s a firework that burns out quickly. The new album from Bleached sounds more like the product of an act that’s built to last.
Primarily comprised of sisters Jennifer and Jessica Clavin (drummer Spencer Lere is maybe, kinda, sorta a band member, too), Bleached operates with a clear-eyed assurance on Don’t You Think You’ve Had Enough?, delivering tracks notable for their exemplary songcraft and a production polish that saunters right up to the point of off-putting slickness without sliding even a millimeter past the foul line. Lead single “Hard to Kill” is emblematic, the band riding its perfect hook across a reference to “Friday in Love” and lyrics that allude to enduring through destructive behavior, presumably to find some light on the other end. It’s the sort of cut that radiate goodwill across an entire album.
That observation isn’t meant to imply that the other songs on Don’t You Think You’ve Had Enough? need the boost of extra credit. Song after song impresses, whether the hopscotching “I Get What I Need” or “Real Life,” with its taffy pull snap. Bleached places themselves decisively on the continuum of bands that have ruled cool kids record collections for ages. “Somebody Dial 911” is like some tougher version of the Darling Buds or Voice of the Beehive, or one of those other mildly obscure pop-rock outfits that sparkled on college radio in the late-nineteen-eighties and early-nineteen-nineties, album closer “Shitty Ballet” recalls vintage Liz Phair, and “Kiss You Goodbye” has just enough of a Blondie touch to inspire the reflexive announcement of a backwards skate. Sleater-Kinney was the easy comparison for earlier Bleached releases, so it’s somewhat fitting that “Silly Girl” keeps pace with the post-reunion phase of those Pacific Northwest icons.
The Clavins have been candid in acknowledging Don’t You Think You’ve Had Enough? is the first album they’ve made since deciding to get sober. It’s tempting to credit that laudable personal development for the sturdiness of the resulting material, but that’s likely too simple. Just because it’s satisfying to impose a simple narrative on a creative process doesn’t mean it’s fair or accurate to do so. There are surely countless explanations for the level of accomplishment found on Don’t You Think You’ve Had Enough?, and, for happy listeners, the journey is less important than the destination. And the new Bleached album is a shining city on the rock ‘n’ roll map.