There are three clearly defined “scenes” that exist within contemporary Filipino music: Independent, Mainstream, and really mainstream. There are very clear barriers that have been erected between said scenes. These barriers are reinforced with an endless cycle of mistrust, ridicule and supposed “purism.” Every three to four years (in my feeble estimation), one band manages to tear down these walls, laying waste to the divisive parameters and assumed rules of music. These days, that band’s name is Sugarfree…and believe it when I say that they are something special indeed.

Sugarfree’s songs are a heady mixture of traditional pop-rock, classic rock, sentimental OPM ballads with just a healthy dose of punk swagger thrown in for good measure. Having recently released their sophomore effort, Mitch, Jal and Ebe easily prove that the concept of an album where every song has “potential hit” written on it is possible. No small feat when you consider that Ebe claims the first album (the now-legendary “Sa Wakas”) took six years to write. But what are deadlines when you genuinely have something to say? I guess inspiration struck more swiftly this time around. There is indeed only one other band in recent Pinoy Rock history who share Sugarfree’s songwriting flair (hint: in the early 90s, it was THE band that resurrected a dying scene…our very own Fab Four, so to speak). Regarding Sugarfree’s extensive catalog of near-classic songs, it makes you want to shake yer head and walk away…in awe and wonder.

Mitch is, as always, a competent and able drummer. His unerring backbeat and tasteful drum rolls do much to provide a lively spine to already beautiful songs. Bass player Jal’s runs are reminiscent of John Paul Jones, Paul McCartney and even Sting. A wonderful counterpoint, the bass lines serve the dual purpose of being a rhythmic element while acting as a second guitar. Main songwriter Ebe’s guitar work is as clever as ever…but it is the sonic quality of his voice that peaks our fascination. Some may say that his moody tenor is depressing (as in Nick Drake rather than Kurt Cobain, although they were both suicidal). I disagree in so much as “depressing” is the wrong word…Ebe’s voice is melancholy. Lonely rather than helpless. And as with all melancholia, there is always a definitive string of hope and passion running through the tapestry of sadness. Like Beach Boy genius Brian Wilson (and I mean the “Pet Sounds” album, not fucking “Surfin’ U.S.A.”), Sugarfree’s songs always seem to be looking for love. What’s so depressing about that?

Much like the melodic beauty of Ely Buendia’s music and the lyrical wit of the profound Dong Abay, Sugarfree’s catalog is destined for musical timelessness. As songwriters, the band’s greatest achievement is the universality of the songs. They do not cater to a specific demographic. The songs transcend the widening economic, social and gender gaps that plague our great country. Just as
some yuppie from Corinthian Gardens enjoys Sugarfree, so to can a working stiff from Tondo. But then again, isn’t that what music should do in the first place?

C.C.