Recently, for the last few years, there as been a wave of young men showing their collective soft side. Now, to add to the batch of modern day crooners comes Talos aka Eoin French. He lays it down all romantic like, so much so it’ll be responsible for not a few nights canoodling with a special someone. So choose carefully, you don’t want to waste the track Tethered Bones on the undeserving. Peace. Continue reading “talos| tethered bones”
our sunday best: james vincent mcmorrow | post tropical
James Vincent McMorrow has no doubt released what will become one of the most talked about and listened to albums of 2014. Period. It is nigh impossible to argue contrarily against the bare beauty of this rural folksy falsetto meets electronica permutation.
The album opens with the stark and poetically up ending track Cavalier, this song alone is enough to slay the most rogue demon raging in one’s heart. A song which borders on the gospel, and with such grandiose breadth it sucks the literal air out of the room. Cavalier, oh how inaptly titled.
The Lakes is born through tectonic heart beats before they are dashed, coursing bloodied and bruised over the smoothly worn river stone of JVM’s lichen-crusted mewling. By song end, leaving only a memorable coppery and twangy feeling in your ears.
And of course there is Red Dust, again you may wonder if William Butler Yeats is ghostwriting the lyrics unearthed from Mr. McMorrow’s soul. This ode would be at home sung out from the choir at St. Patrick’s Cathedral. So righteous. “Sometimes my hands, they don’t feel like my own, I need someone to love, I need someone to hold…” . Gooseflesh, no?
The track Gold, is as hopeful as Spring time, strewn with clover and dark-red Helleborine. All Points, Look Out and Repeating are all standard issue beauties from the McMorrow archived reverie of the tender and the true . That is until we come upon the latter three tracks. The title-track Post Tropical glistens star-like, inhabiting a haunted space lit by the lighthouse beacon of JVM’s understated singing. It possess cold tendrils and crashes upon rocks its white water and fury, before plummeting over shear cliffs into oblivion. Then there is my favorite track, Glacier. The absolute beauty of James’ voice is front and center here. Set in a call and response tug of war between music and voiced beauty, with hand claps aplenty. The sirens are calling, amid a pensive tuba the woodwinds are crying, and the crescendo builds ever higher before settling mist like and wounded. “I want to go south of the river, face it alone in the heart of the winter…”
The Post Tropical LP closes with Outside, Digging, which could be an ode, perhaps even a final goodbye and thank you to the recently departed Seamus Heaney. For Seamus Heaney penned a most excellent poem, Digging, and so I thought, well maybe. “There is little light from the warmth of the sun…”. Peace. Continue reading “our sunday best: james vincent mcmorrow | post tropical”
hozier // take me to church ep
Andrew Hozier-Byrne has a voice that’ll leave a bruises upon your tender earlobes. His is a voice in possession of deathly heat and sweet honey. This Irishman has the talent and ability to deliver, listen to his debut the Take Me To Church EP. Like many others singing his praises this is only the beginning of a long and lauded career. Peace. Continue reading “hozier // take me to church ep”
young wonder // electrified
Dream Pop existentialists Young Wonder (Rachel Koeman and Ian Ring) create a beautiful music somewhere entrenched in mysterioso and swirling pastels. The band hails from Cork, Ireland and their latest Show Your Teeth EP is the kind of music by which to dream by. Check ’em out after the jump. Peace. Continue reading “young wonder // electrified”
solar bears // supermigration (our sunday best)
Dublin, Ireland space-pop maestros Solar Bears (John Kowalski and Rian Trench)in my opinion don’t do anything less than grandiose, and their latest LP Supermigration is all encompassing space odyssey to say the least. Each track is a furtherance of mankind reaching to the stars, up past the Kármán line dividing Earth’s atmosphere from outer space. After the jump give it a listen and suit up for a journey into inner-space. You can cop Supermigration via Planet Mu Records. Peace. Continue reading “solar bears // supermigration (our sunday best)”