Band: Panucci’s Pizza
Band location: Downingtown, Pennsylvania; also, my heart
Why we like it: Panucci’s Pizza are two pizza loving nerds I hold close to my heart. My relationship with them started when I reviewed their first LP, Don’t Tip The Delivery Boy over on Funeral Sounds. I adored it. To this day it is still the best thing I’ve had to review over there. Apparently they were so happy with the review, both ended up writing for Funeral Sounds and in the process became my friends.
Fast forward a little less than a year’s time. Fast forward past shows where they built up their scene in Downingtown, put out a plethora of acoustic EP’s/demos/splits with other fantastic groups (Robins, Bonjour Machines, Unraveler, Bag of Bones to name a few), and gain over a thousand facebook likes, it’s easy to say Panucci’s have only been working hard.
With how busy they’ve been, it’s sometimes easy to overlook how much growth happens. Which is why I’m in love with this record. In today’s scene, we are so fucking oversaturated with music, and although most of it is good, it can be a bad thing. Why? Well, we stop looking for growth. Yes, we can talk about growth from record to record as musicians and how much more experimentation and confidence stems from bands growing, but, what about growth as people?
This is why I love Panucci’s Pizza.
As a close friend of Matt Diamond, vocalist and guitarist of Panucci’s, I can wholeheartedly say I’ve seen his growth as a person. Don’t Tip The Delivery Boy is a good record, don’t get me wrong. But it’s an immature record about a bad breakup. Yes, easy to relate to. Yes, a good listen.
But All of my Friends are Familiar and the Steps I Took to Realize This is about a human’s experience in seeing the world through new eyes.
Some things about Diamond will never change sure, starting the album on a lyric about getting a degree in “sucking dick” may seem immature, but to say after “Once your mouth is gone you won’t have any source of ignorance” is almost like him acknowledging not only self-loathing in a different light, but also Diamond’s acknowledgment of his past self. He now sees a younger version of his self who would write lyrics about “sucking dick” all the while waiting for his life to fall apart.
But that’s not who he is. That’s not what Panucci’s Pizza was ever about. The younger self was waiting for life to fall apart. Nearly a year later Panucci’s Pizza can write lyrics like “I have friends now, friends that love me, more than I love myself. All of my friends are familiar.”
Where to buy/listen: Bandcamp