“Rocket” is Philly artist (Sandy) Alex G’s eighth full-length release— an assured statement that follows a slate of humble masterpieces, many of them self-recorded and self-released.
Amid the “Rocket” recording process, Alex made headlines for catching the attention of Frank Ocean, who asked him to play guitar on his two 2016 albums, “Endless” and “Blonde”. More than any stylistic cues, what Alex took from the experience was a newfound confidence in collaboration. “Rocket” wears this collaborative spirit proudly, and in its numerous contributors presents a restless sense of musical experimentation – effortlessly jumping from distorted sound collage to dreamy folk music to bouncing Americana.
“Rocket” illustrates a cohesive vision of contemporary American experience; the cast of characters that (Sandy) Alex G inhabits have fun, fall in love, develop obsessions, get in trouble, and—much like rockets themselves—ultimately they burn out. Alex, though, in a collection of songs that’s both his tightest and most adventurous, is poised only for the ascent.
“Giannascoli’s yearning ripples through his entire being as his voices aches and his guitar slaps as if bumping into a wall repeatedly. There’s no real climax in “Proud” because the longing is steadfast throughout.” –Pitchfork
“a twangy rocker that unfurls slowly and deliberately like an instant-classic. It’s not clear if he’s talking about a lover, an idol, or a close friend, and the ambiguity in the song’s lyrics only adds to its strength.”–Stereogum
“Sloppy, sentimental, frequently wonderful rock songs”–Washington Post
“Rocket sees Giannascoli expanding upon the sounds he’s established over the past decade, and seemingly perfected”–AV Club
“an ideal singer-songwriter—a compelling confessional artist for the angsty sixteen-year-old in all of us.”–Vogue
“Listen back to old albums by Sebadoh or Sunny Day Real Estate or Quasi and you’ll find the genesis of Giannascoli’s phrases, but you won’t find anything quite the same. He borrows indie rock’s books, highlights lines, folds the corners on his favorite pages, tears out the ones he really loves, and then writes around the clips.”–NOISEY/Vice