Frontwoman Jessica Dobson’s powerful voice and gnarled guitar solos grant the Seattle band’s propulsive, riff-laden indie rock a new level of yearning intensity.

In 2021, songwriter Jessica Dobson and her band, Deep Sea Diver, gave an arresting performance inside the famous “red room” from Twin Peaks. Or, not exactly; Deep Sea Diver had recreated the room for a quarantine-era home concert series, their attempt to inject a dose of wonder and inspiration into the interminable sameness of lockdown. The meticulous backdrop seemed fitting for a band whose explosive indie rock traffics in carefully calibrated dynamics, and Dobson’s widescreen, off-kilter soundscapes seemed right at home inside the Lynchian dreamworld.

Billboard Heart is Deep Sea Diver’s fourth album, and their first after the breakout success of 2020’s Impossible Weight. That album was the band’s first release on a label, and landed Deep Sea Diver an opening spot on tour with Pearl Jam and their first placement on a Billboard chart. Though Billboard Heart comes in the wake of success, it’s not so much a victory lap as a record of grit—the sheen in its propulsive, riff-laden songwriting not the glow of self-satisfaction but the blistering aftermath of hard work.

Deep Sea Diver deftly modulates their energy over the course of Billboard Heart, whose front half zigzags through cinematic scene-setting and jittery accelerations, and whose back half mellows into a more pensive slow burn. Dobson was formerly a touring guitarist for the Shins and Beck, and her expressive, commanding playing shows off the mastery of an in-demand instrumentalist. Tracks like “See in the Dark” and “Let Me Go” are rooted by blown-out, gnarled guitar solos; on the latter, in which she duets with singer-songwriter Madison Cunningham, their raging guitars intertwine like ivy climbing a crumbling stone wall. There’s a new level of yearning intensity to Dobson’s vocals, too—in “Emergency” and “Shovel,” she seems to sing the verses through gritted teeth, then lets loose a howl, belting like her anxiety is a predator that needs scaring off.

Billboard Heart’s songs are detail-studded and dense, filled out by Dobson’s bandmates, drummer Peter Mansen and synth player Elliot Jackson, and a handful of additional contributors adding bass, strings, steel guitar, and more. Mansen and co-producer Andy D. Park pack “What Do I Know” with insistent percussion and drum loop samples; “Emergency”’s frenetic energy is kept aloft by indefatigable drumming and whining synths; a twinkling riff and winding bassline add sweetness to “Tiny Threads.” Nearly every song crashes to a crescendo at some point, and even the softest moments tend to end in controlled chaos—like “Loose Change,” which builds from a softly strummed murmur to a screech as Dobson howls, “Everything is changing/And I’m learning to love.” When words fail, there’s always a guitar solo, as in the cathartic, frenzied playing that ends the desperate-yet-hopeful “See in the Dark.”

A sense of unease permeates Dobson’s lyrics on Billboard Heart, in songs that speak plainly of hard goodbyes, self-doubt, and getting lost. But these songs don’t get stuck there; more often than not, they are fundamentally hopeful, a testament to fighting through darkness with faith in something brighter on the other side. “Don’t cover my eyes,” Dobson begs on “Emergency,” “I want to see it all.” The album’s woozy final track captures this hard-fought optimism, as Dobson repeats its title phrase, “happiness is not a given,” first as a gentle assertion, then as full-throated roar. Satisfaction takes effort; Dobson leaves no room for doubt that she’s in it for the long haul.

 
A new box set featuring the legendary Electric Nebraska sessions offers a full look at the making of one of rock’s most haunting and influential albums.

Bruce Springsteen was right. At the risk of simplifying the value of this impressive box set, giving away the main storyline of his new biopic, and flattening decades of mythmaking, the reality is just what Springsteen always claimed. Even when he tried the material with his closest collaborators, using some of the strongest songs he had ever written, the most powerful version of Nebraska is still the one he recorded at home in Colts Neck in January 1982. Just a lonely man in his early thirties with an acoustic guitar, a TASCAM PortaStudio, and an Echoplex, capturing solo demos for what he thought would be a full-band project. Everything that came after was an experiment.

But what an experiment it turned out to be. For those who don’t know the story, here it is in brief. After the success of his upbeat 1980 single “Hungry Heart” and a long streak of relentless touring and critical praise, Springsteen entered one of the most creatively intense chapters of his life. He began by writing the grim ballads and shadowy lullabies of Nebraska, which he then tried to recreate with the E Street Band and in solo studio sessions before ultimately choosing to release the home demos. He did no press and no tour, which left him free to keep writing, and that work became 1984’s massive commercial hit Born in the U.S.A. During that time, he tossed aside enough songs to fill multiple albums, later shared through collections like Tracks and Tracks II: The Lost Albums. He also found time to help revive the career of early rock’n’roll icon Gary U.S. Bonds, co-writing and co-producing two comeback records, contributing a Grammy-winning song to Donna Summer, and hitting the gym with enthusiasm.

It might sound like a golden moment, but for Bruce, it felt like a creative cage—the kind of brooding, restless chapter that inspires a filmmaker to cast Jeremy Allen White to play you on screen. The twist is that the most crucial moments, from the original Nebraska to the electric and explosive version of “Born in the U.S.A.,” happened quickly and naturally, before anyone could complicate the process. Unlike anything else in his official catalog, Nebraska 82: Expanded Edition offers a clear window into that moment. Within this tight collection is a sharper, more complete image of one of Springsteen’s most legendary and personal records—still the one he treasures most—along with rare insight into his creative rhythm.

The set includes a newly remastered version of the album, a disc of solo acoustic outtakes carrying the same raw emotion, the legendary Electric Nebraska sessions, and a live album and film capturing Springsteen performing the record start to finish in an empty New Jersey theater earlier this year. The live material feels reverent, with beautiful support from former Bob Dylan bandmate Larry Campbell. The remaster reveals that, despite the album’s association with the birth of lo-fi, the sound is richer and more intentional than much of what followed. Listen to the last half minute of “Atlantic City” through headphones and focus on how the acoustic guitars, mandolin, and background vocals fade away layer by layer. It’s a reminder of how much careful craft went into creating such stark beauty.

Unlike his earlier box sets for Darkness on the Edge of Town and The River, this one isn’t about showcasing how many different paths he could have taken. It’s about sharpening the vision. Where Nebraska is known for its unbroken mood, Electric Nebraska jerks between heartland laments and roaring rock songs across its eight tracks. These takes feel like rough sketches more than finished recordings—mostly Springsteen on electric guitar and vocals, Max Weinberg on drums, and Garry Tallant on bass—hinting at an album that could have been more accessible and mainstream in 1982. And yet, this raw version of “Downbound Train,” with its clanging rhythms and unsettling bridge, may be one of the strangest things he ever put to tape.

It’s easy to see why Springsteen thought these sessions didn’t work. Versions of “Open All Night” and “Johnny 99,” which on the original album burn with desperate energy, sound here like something a bar band could fall into with a casual count-in and some good-natured rockabilly riffs. On one hand, it highlights how his delivery gives shape and gravity to his songwriting. (Compare the early acoustic “Thunder Road” to its triumphant album version for proof.) On the other hand, slipping into different musical skins was a key part of his process then. He could turn something as playful as “Pink Cadillac” into a moaning, shadowy reflection of itself, as if the character had returned to earth wrecked and hollow, fixated on one thought.

For devoted fans, these shifts are what make the box set essential: witnessing how songs like “Working on a Highway” transformed from a chilling ballad called “Child Bride” into a loud, laughing, raucous number. Some of the outtakes, like the quietly devastating country song “Losin’ Kind,” have been passed around unofficially for years. But this set also reveals two entirely unheard songs: “On the Prowl” and “Gun in Every Home.” In the first, he ends with a dizzying repetition of “searching,” drenched in slapback echo that mimics the sound of a live band. In the second, he paints a nightmarish portrait of suburban life and ends with a bare, defeated admission: “I don’t know what to do.”

Within a single song, Springsteen might take the role of a killer hiding in the dark or a runaway on the move, either escaping or facing the question of whether being caught is actually a strange kind of salvation. That’s the point of sitting in the dark: you can’t see the exit. Yet sometimes he caught brief glimpses of where it all might lead. Along with the original demo tape, Springsteen sent a letter to his manager, Jon Landau. He went through each track, detailing the grim subject matter, floating arrangement ideas, and occasionally letting a sliver of optimism shine through.

He scribbled a note next to “Born in the U.S.A.,” which appears here in two early forms: a heavy acoustic blues and a full-band rocker stripped of its later synths, leaving no doubt about how the narrator feels. “Might have potential,” he wrote. That small spark of belief carried him through. He knew these songs would take work, and that truly understanding them would take time. But he also trusted that at the end of each hard-earned day, there would still be magic in the night.

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