Austin Ciezko
I don’t recommend you take the Grammys seriously, ever—Rosalía’s perfect MOTOMAMI isn’t even nominated for Album of the Year, but Coldplay’s piss in the wind was. I’m not mad about it, you’re mad about it! (JK, I’m very mad about it.)
But I will take this opportunity to invite you to join me in rooting for the thrice-nominated Turnstile. I say this as I wear the sweatshirt I bought at one of the post-hardcore band’s shows last year, a sold-out gig in an absurdist Brooklyn outdoor club in the middle of the pouring rain. (They handed out ponchos to everyone.)
The band’s third album, Glow On—released in August 2021, but the Recording Academy is nothing but consistently ignorant about that sort of thing—spawned not just a slew of genre-pushing headbangers, but also accessibly engrossing ones. The Turnstile of yore was perhaps not the kind of band to receive mainstream attention; I mean, clearly it didn’t, since it took until last year for both the Recording Academy and Taco Bell to notice its catalog. But the Grammy-nominated tracks “Blackout” and “Holiday” are two examples of the stellar, singular work that Turnstile has been consistently putting out over the course of its 12 years in the biz.