With their new full-length album Eat Myself, L.A.’s garage rockers Together Pangea–William Keegan, Danny Bengston, and Erik Jimenez–trade youthful chaos for something darker, steadier, and more self-assured. Although their sound and vocals are unmistakably their own (including humor and hooks; just watch and listen to the video for telling lead single Like Your Father), here they take a turn towards thicker textures and heavier moods, and excursions into balladry and electronics.
The thirteen new songs delve into themes of self-reckoning, inherited damage, and the uneasy calm that comes with survival. The lyrics dwell on addiction and sobriety, family ghosts, emotional isolation, and the tension between wanting connection and needing escape. There’s a recurring sense of being stuck inside your own head—cycling through shame, nostalgia, and self-destruction—while still grasping for growth and clarity. Rather than youthful nihilism, these songs feel like hard-earned introspection: burned out, bruised, but stubbornly alive, trying to make peace with who you were and who you’re becoming: “Right now I bet you thought that I was dead // Concentration mess is starting to embed // Flung down from the top of this rock // I hit the bottom and go back to the top // Now” (from Shattered).
Over fifteen years in, Together Pangea sound less frantic, more focused, still strong.
Eat Myself—produced by Mikey Freedom Hart—is out now digitally and on vinyl LP through Nettwerk.