
The Pack 'Based Boys' Listening Party
by Eavvon O’NealAs people slowly started shuffling into Angels & Kings—the bar owned by the angels and kings of TRL-type pop/punk, various members of the Fueled by Ramen label, but most notably, Peter Wentz—I seriously had no clue what to expect. "The Pack" promo posters plastered the walls and tables, and stickers adorned with release dates covered the pew-like benches. Once the bar was relatively filled, a small army of some of the freshest kicks I've every seen broke into the club with the swagger of seasoned Hip-Hop artists. Stemming from these sneakers were The Pack.
The Based Boys album is due out October 30th, and to amp the crowd, the single "In My Car" spilled from the speakers, the video flickered on the two TV monitors above the bar, as well as from the projector that hung from the ceiling. As the video played, Stunna Man headed the call to kick up the crunk on the otherwise vacant dance floor saying, "Stunna Man is SO AWESOME, and this video is FUCKIN HOT!" While he executed The Pack steering wheel dance, he continued, "I heard New York niggas don't even dance."

The video directed by Dale Resteghini showed similar flash. The minimalistic effects coupled with the day-glow obnoxious attitude was a more than perfect backdrop for Stunna Man to ...err...stunt on the floor...alone. No joke, there was some light foot tapping, but no off-the-wall decadence that we all would expect at a release party. Not even the free vodka or beer helped.
A few tracks from the album were promising, but did little to resuscitate a party in desperate need of a defibrillator. Most of the tracks were space synths and shallow panned drums, with some rapping intertwined. Either that or three-tone bass plucks with southern two-step finger snap simplicity. Not that there's anything wrong with that, just sayin’. "I Look Good" and "My Girl Got A Girl Too" were shot off in rapid succession, and the swift pace of the beats were mirrored in the swift procession out of the club once the preview was over.

Perhaps the night's lack of kick, and dearth of push is not completely related to the popularity and quality of the music (there were some impressive moments of lyrical ability), but more so related to the maturity of The Pack. With the exception of Stunna Man, most of the band sat around as if perplexed by the concept that listening parties are supposed to convey the entertainment the album will create. Even when the Jive exec Jeff Sledge entered, a majority of the group barely interrupted their texting to shake hands. Nothing about the listening party created a sense of urgency or camaraderie. I didn't feel lucky to be apart of this, or that the music would create an unforgettable atmosphere. It was just a whole lot of "this is my shit, I'm awesome, dance if you want" and that lone wolf mentality isn't going to get The Pack anywhere.
**editor's note: what the hell were they thinking with that saturday-morning-cartoon-looking cover?? aaaayo!Labels: day-glow, Eavvon O'Neal, The Pack