Although undoubtedly, and proudly, a band that could only be native to Washington D.C. and its politically-engaged DIY independent culture, the songs of Flasher speak to an experience that is universal - an instantly recognizable state of being where torpor and hedonism share equal status, one experienced at the sharp end of inter-generational equality. The band's music is a thrilling and energized response to such feelings of malaise - a layering of guitars and atmospheres, which proves that the sound of kicking the hell out is still the best response.
The band’s 2018 debut, Constant Image, was a triumph – a set of songs both dizzy and explosive, balancing new-wave lushness and post-punk frenzy. Love is Yours (2022) steps up the ambition and reaches for the horizon. The record is ablaze with mood, melody, and carefully threaded hooks, finding the band foregrounding the pop sensibilities that had always been present in their previous releases. It retains the attitude that was fundamental to the band’s DIY roots, but cuts loose a touch of the angst. Though the songs process disillusionment and loss, the music evokes warmth and optimism. It is their best record and also their most generous.
The album was written and recorded amid a moment of flux for the band. Now a duo, guitarist Taylor Mulitz and drummer Emma Baker had to reimagine Flasher’s voice. They embraced uncertainty and allowed their roles to become unfixed. They wrote collaboratively and followed their intuition. Instruments were swapped, harmonies were layered over samples, and a space was created for Baker to step out from behind the drumkit into a front person, sharing vocals alongside Mulitz. On the other end Flasher emerged familiar, but also stronger and more singular.
Formed in 2015, Flasher was born out of Washington, D.C.’s newly resurgent underground music scene. In that context, the trio stood out. They were urgent and wiry, but could also convey a cool and authentic tenderness. A year later, when the city was leaden with post-election gloom, Flasher could remind you – however fleetingly – that pleasure was still a possibility. They released an EP and a 7” single on Sister Polygon Records before joining Domino for Constant Image. The record was critically adored and ceaselessly toured. When the D.C. trio finally took a breath nearly two years later it was at an unmistakable high point. Flasher had hit the road alongside its heroes, scored spots on festival bills, and packed hometown shows.
Not long after that, as the band prepared to hunker down and begin writing their follow-up, D.C.’s tight-knit community began to splinter and realign. Bands broke up. People got older, became restless, and moved on. Flasher was not spared a shake-up. Bassist Daniel Saperstein parted ways with the group. Mulitz would eventually decide to relocate – first to Baltimore and then to Los Angeles, making the group bi-coastal.
Working as a duo took a bit of recalibration. The songwriting process changed dramatically, but in a way that quickly began to feel energizing. “Once we had this implosion, we let go of the pretense and confines that we had pigeonholed ourselves into,” says Mulitz. “Going into this record, the vision was pretty simple: We wanted to write songs that came intuitively. We were leaning into that while consciously creating a real space of trust and openness.”
The bulk of Love is Yours was recorded in Washington, D.C. with long-time friend Owen Wuerker, who also helped flesh out the instrumentation by contributing additional bass, percussion, synths, and guitar. Rather than binding the duo to its past – to geography, old habits, or trusted sounds – the familiar environment proved
liberating. Working out of Wuerker’s well-appointed home studio allowed inspiration to arrive off deadline. With no shows in sight, Flasher could relax on presenting as a “rock” band. Baker and Mulitz tweaked tempos, structures, and dynamics accordingly. They toyed with genre, melody, and texture. From the first dubbed out drum hits of opener “I Saw You” to the swirling trip hop outro of the closing track “Tangerine”, Love Is Yours is an exhilarating joy ride that is at turns dreamily introspective and elegantly pop-leaning.
The Baker-lead “Little Things” is indicative of the former. Rhythmically driving but melodically hushed, it slips seamlessly from its final chorus into a woozy head-rush outro. Inspired by a bout of vertigo, the song registers as eerily universal – the lyric “I’m spinning out at home” unintentionally channeling the strangeness and disorientation of the last two years.
The title track is Flasher at its most widescreen. Structurally, it mirrors the roller-coaster dips of a long-term romance, with a taught bassline guiding the melancholy-tinged verse toward syncopated and swoony lift off. The song illuminates one of the album’s most affecting through-lines: Navigating the tricky shift from a younger outlook on relationships to the tougher ascent of an enduring partnership, whether creative or romantic.
Freedom is another major thread. “Sideways” evokes the liminal stillness-in-motion feeling of a long-distance drive – attentive but adrift, relaxed but reflective – with a laid back groove that is at once motorik trance and fluid boogie. “I’m Better” is more explicit and also more playful, reveling in guilt-free trash-talk, “bye-bitch!” energies, and the bliss of feeling a toxic relationship recede into the rearview. Album opener “I Saw You” uses a wave of guitar feedback and sampled boombox gristle to pivot from melancholy into a vibrant and fully unburdened dream-pop chorus.
When it was first completed, Mulitz was shy about sharing the album, worrying that old friends would find the new sounds unrecognizable. Love is Yours is unquestionably made up of Flasher’s DNA, but it’s true that something pivotal has shifted. If Constant Image found the band tightening up and transcending its basement-punk roots, Love is Yours marks another, major moment of ascent, this time toward something that’s easy to embrace, but harder to pin down – still thrilling, but newly illuminated and entirely their own.