The Subjunctives just released a new video for “Headed East Again,” out on their new album Sunshine and Rainbows, to be released November 22 via Top Drawer Records.
The Subjunctives are Ean Hernandez on guitar and vocals, Jeff Mangalin on bass and vocals, and Matt Coleman on drums.
The Subjunctives trace their beginnings to early 2017, coming together when Coleman answered a Craigslist ad that Hernandez had placed looking for a new drummer. When first discussing times for a meet-up, Coleman suggested the same day, which worried Hernandez that Coleman was one of those Craigslist killers of urban legends. Turns out Coleman was just new to Seattle and had a perpetually free schedule. Mangalin (Four Lights) came into the mix on bass and vocals in June of 2018 after the release of Demo 2017 and the exit of previous bassist John Young.
Each of The Subjunctives come from a long background in music and a long love affair with pop punk. Mangalin is also the guitarist for Seattle power punk pop heartthrobs Four Lights; Hernandez is a founding member of 90s DIY pop punk stars Sicko, and Coleman has played far more refined and relaxed music in the elegant piano pop Heather Edgley band.
The new trio played their inaugural gig together in June 2018 which was promptly followed by a shut-in weekend in the woods to woodshed new music. The fruits of that effort came to be the tunes on October 2018’s The Subjunctives CD EP, which the band celebrated by performing a set at Seattle’s Pop Punk Festival.
In March of this year, the band recorded Sunshine and Rainbows with Don Farwell at Earwig Studios in Seattle. The album was mixed by Matt Allison (Alkaline Trio, The Csopyrights, The Menzingers) at Atlas Studios in Chicago and mastered by Mass Giorgini (Anti-Flag, Rise Against, Screeching Weasel) at Sonic Iguana in Lafayette, IN.
Band quote from Ean:
“My family and I have been heading east of the mountains to the Potholes Reservoir lake and resort since the early 1970s, and some of my earliest memories are of this journey and destination. My dad and grandad guided my brothers and I safely around that water, taught us to camp and fish and hunt there.
It was no surprise when I chose a college in a small town tucked in the wheat fields of far Eastern Washington. The journey to the little college town was essentially the same one my family had taken to the Potholes, just a few hours further down the same road. My time in college cemented my love for the desert seasons, the barren views, that smell of sage.
“Today, this journey east is many things to me. On the surface, it is an escape from the tension and crowds of Seattle … people are less ostentatious and warmer. Now that my dad and grandfather are gone, I’m the one bringing children and friends to the lake, taking care that they stay safe and return with happy memories. In this way, it becomes a journey into archetypes of fatherhood which I find at times unfamiliar in modern life. So, it also becomes a journey into the past, but I never tell anybody. I just want them to enjoy their weekend away, fishing in the desert.”