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son little | lay down

son little | lay down
son little | lay down

 

son little | lay down

 
The artist Son Little (Aaron Earl Livingston) makes the old new again with a graceful ability and a voice like southern moonshine brewed in the olden speakeasies of Philly and wherever else this talented man has set up his musical still. Mr. Son Little is a shape shifter of sorts and once his ears have grazed a locale he breathes in the flavor and makes it his own. Peep his Lay Down track and feel exactly what all the fuss is all about. It’ll make you want more of his soulful moon stuff.

So let the Sam Cooke and Otis Redding comparisons come and go, it’s okay. Because this talented artist, with guitar in hand, is carving out a legacy all his own. And like the aforementioned moonshine the affects are tipsy and dangerously inviting. Look for his self-titled debut, it drops October 16th courtesy of ANTI- Records. Peace. Continue reading “son little | lay down”

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the melodic // on my way ep

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.

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Lost In The Trees // Golden Eyelids

North Carolinians Lost In The Trees frontman Ari Picker has a wondrous voice suited best resting against those velvety moments when your heart is most vulnerable, whilst lost in love, or barely staying afloat chin-deep in heartache. There aren’t many artists who can do this so convincingly, perhaps Mike Hadreas of Perfume Genius, as well as, Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes are most similar. A. Parker has the quality of voice stripped of everything but an all too convincing woe. A voice which exists as a naked reminder of our understated humanity and the dark impressions that can leave us helpless.

Listening to the song “Golden Eyelids” is like staring into a shroud of flame, hypnotically captivating. This is music by which to warm your unfettered need and compliment your loneliness. And if you want more, well then more can be had of the bands latest release A Church That Fits Our Needs out now via Anti-Records. The songs on this album will sit in your stomach like a seed. Sprouting, this seed entwines your vital life-sustaining organs; though it blooms with fragile petals in the chambers of your heart. LITT have delivered music with the aura of fire-breathing shadows and syrupy hiccups of past remembrances that shade your mood pale blue and rheumy red. These are deeply personal songs, not so much entertainment as they are catharsis for the wounded soul who penned them in the aftermath of personal tragedy. When you get the this album you’ll find your ears and heart spending an inordinate amount of time lost in its undeniable beauty. This one is without a doubt a strong contender for album of the year. Peace. Continue reading “Lost In The Trees // Golden Eyelids”