Where the food sounds good, and the music is pretty tasty too.
The folk-rock genre keeps expanding and my ears are taking on the supple characteristics of a contortionist just to accommodate them all. Allow me introduce South London banjo-wielding and finger-pickin’ band The Melodic, and like their name indicates good sounds abound. The band releases it’s debut On My Way EP on June 25th via Anti Records.
Today is a good day. Why? Today the Portland, Oregon-based band Typhoon premiered their Matthew Thomas Ross directed video for Dreams Of Cannibalism. The song, with all of it’s wild ranging folk-rockin’ docility comes from their forthcoming album White Lighter, which drops August 20th, 2013 courtesy of Roll Call Records. My favorite song on the new album is “Common Sentiments,” and man can Kyle Morton sing his heinie off!
Of note, if you like what you hear then check out the bands much lauded and sweetly colossus EP, A New Kind Of House. Peace. Continue reading “typhoon // dreams of cannibalism + video”
This is moody music. Sounds steeped and finished within interrupted joy and extended longing. The Cuidadé EP is a rucksack sewn taught with strands of nighttime thread. Inside this satchel are three charms. The first song, “Cabin In The Snow,” glistens with a gaunt face hid in half-shadow, with tears of past remembrances spilling. And, for a short time an ink smeared sky clears bearing a full moon, its light offers solace briefly; only until the dark clouds close and surround again. The second talisman, “Call My Name” is a cold carved stone with the scaly vibrations of an unsure heart. It whispers caution on a raspy wind, and you turn twist in your bed, until an unresolved pain groans against the coming burden of morn. And third item, “Brother’s Blood” is a wretched phylactery. It weaves tendrils of sad emotion against stumbling heart. This last song smells of death and ash; of light chased from eyes and laughter plucked of mirth. But strangely, it is the strongest of the three, for the sour fruit of its lament bears the seeds of hope.
This is the Cuidadé EP, and it gives the songwriter and musicians who’ve conjured it reason and space enough to mourn and rage beneath an apathetic and heavenly scrim. And in the end, the music converses with a ghost, a ghost gone but not forgotten. This is painfully beautiful music. Peace. Continue reading “Drift Wood Miracle // Cuidadé EP”