Forever rushing forwards, ‘Saturday Night’ isn’t content to sit still. It’s illuminating and infuriating, but never easy to ignore.
Saturday Night is violent and warm, seeding new life and capturing Darcy’s unexpectedly theatrical range with heart, humour and generosity.
You’ve never sounded more relaxed, more relieved to be relaxed – and the soft edges, the familiar refrains, the gentle tones, they’re all windows to that light in you.
Saturday Night is a confident debut from a creator who's best when he seems uncomfortable. So long as he keeps evading his comfort zone, Darcy's songwriting should remain potent for years to come.
On the one hand, Saturday Night does exactly what you expect a solo record from a member of a raucous rock band to do: It’s more off the cuff and rougher around the edges, and showcases a more introspective side than the day job normally allows. On the other hand, it’s an assault on that very idea.
Saturday Night's biggest accomplishment, then, is rounding out Darcy as a songwriter. Not only is this a pleasant little rock album, but it makes Ought's output more understandable as well.
Fans of Ought’s signature scintillation might find ‘Saturday Night’ a touch indulgent, but let Darcy off – he’s cleansed the palate in intriguing fashion here.
Not that Saturday Night is a sullen acoustic-guitar record; rather, Darcy is more reflective here, sometimes channeling early solo Lou Reed and sometimes wandering into more experimental meditations.