Bright and reflective indie rock melodies provide a strong effort for the band's debut release
Thursday, March 22, 2018
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
"Downtown's Lights" is a song of comfort and prayer for someone who is down and out in the city, and this version, with Katie singing — and the sounds of the city echoing in the background — is wistful and peacefully perfect.
Monday, March 19, 2018
CADE is the recording project of Toronto based Kaiya Cade who creates ethereal and haunting dream-folk, combining acoustic instruments and synthetic sounds with her bewitching and spellbinding vocals.
'Feed' centres on the opening line 'one more time he said' and, as the song unfurls, drenched in mystery and longing, layers of ghostly vocals spiral in and around, gently hovering over picked guitar.
Apportioned like madness in season
Bracing all like a breaking of reason
With every night lost, and every day torn
With a drama feeling calmer it's a comma in the storm
Speakers are crying like a forest in the rain
I was so alone with my thoughts and my pain
And the darkness closed like a mouth on a wire
And night, I'll never be free
Ooh, in this darkness
Please light my way
Light my way...
I can't stand on my own anymore
I can't stand in the stain of the broken and poor
I can't break what I held and it never was true
In the mirror what I said was I lied to you
And me and everything I see and everything I could
I tried so hard to be good
For myself, for you, for the hidden and divine
For everything but I can fail just so many times
Ooh, in this darkness
Please light my way
Light my way...
I can't stop when I feel like stopping
At 5 A.M. just cry, shoot, copping
The perfect life was enough for you
But never enough to see me through
For all the lies that were spoken in ways
And the way we lived as an affront to the days
It was an affront to the things that we cared about
Was an affront to everything that we cared about...
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Girl Ray makes self-proclaimed "estrogen pop" that seems to exist outside of time. Though heavily indebted to harmonious crooners and jangly indie acts of the 60's and 70's, Girl Ray creates a sound that's fresh, ambitious and all their own. Poppy Hankin's vocal delivery is calm and collected, forming a spirited juxtaposition to her biting lyrical wit.
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Haunting melodies float on a summer breeze. Anna McClellan is practicing on the grand piano; her melancholy lyrics and precise keystrokes are muffled by walls of her friend’s house in the Dundee neighborhood. Step inside the house and it becomes clear: the calm singer-songwriter with oversized eyeglasses is on fire.
So you think you're leaving
But you don't know where to go
Well, you'll leave this season
It's just an ordinary winter snow
It's just a warm embrace holding you tight
It's just a sad refrain in the night
Where do you think you could go that would be as nice?
All four seasons gives chance to resign
If you went south, you'd miss those long nights in the house
When you walk, you walk really fast
You can't go anywhere without looking back
You stayed, you stayed through the spring
With a goal to do everything, you went wandering
There's no way to know what's really out there unless you go
But I will miss your warm embrace in the day
And the sad refrain you always sang
And it's such a tragedy that we're apart
But at the same time I have your heart
And the warm summer breeze whispers close
Wish I could miss you and be with you
Both at once
Sunday, March 11, 2018
Saturday, March 10, 2018
Expanding far beyond the band's earlier piano-driven motif to focus on organic melody, every song on Dreamland is brilliantly structured and realized...each an impressive soundscape worthy of the act's name. A truly timeless, uplifting and enlightening album, each note on Dreamland has a purpose. Each choir-like vocal cadence is well measured. You will hear love and inspiration in each flourish of the guitar and each syncopated beat of the drum. Sweeping across every conceivable emotion with cinematic showmanship, Floating In Space pierces the psyche in a way reserved only for the upper echelons of post-rock
Melody that tastes like the sea and the breeze. This is where the breaking point comes. Among all the instruments, there is a song being sung – the first one that Ibon sings in his entire career. What’s more, it’s a cover, a delicacy with touches of Broadway and lounge, written by Jerome Moross for the musical “The Golden Apple” in 1954: “Lazy Afternoon”.
Thursday, March 8, 2018
"this debut album from Scottish band Magic Circles lives up to the Byrds, Lovin' Spoonful and Go-Betweens references, cramming itself with chiming 12-string Rickenbacker melodies and as many vocal harmonies as the choruses will hold ... twangy tunefulness”. - BOOMKAT
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Thursday, March 1, 2018
Magic, beauty, inspiration, seduction are adjectives that since I first heard De-Luxe in the distant year of 1990 comes to my mind when I listen to one of those bands that live in the heart, Lush.
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
"What shall I say further? Shall I not stop short and leave to your imaginations to portray the tragic deeds of war? Is it not enough that I here leave it to the unexperienced to fancy the hardships, the anxieties, the dangers, even of the best life of a soldier?
My companions taxed me with presumption and folly, but I was determined, then and always, not to be a coward."
Sunday, February 25, 2018
R In a sweet voice (with a charming accent) Sara Ammendolia delivers her own upbeat tunes accompanied by different instrumental combos. Apparently this is her first full-length album, but don't miss her earlier work.
"The material collected here in this short release was half written on the fly, half slowly gathered in my subconscious over several weeks at the end of 2017. Last year was quite the adventure in personal growth for me. The cover I created for this release was collaged out of a sewing manual from the 1960s that the generations before me might have put to its intended purpose.. but I named this record in honor of my independence from old ideas, so here's to a better use." -L. Valerie
In 1971, at the age of 25, Pat Ament self-released his debut album, Songs By Pat Ament, in a very limited run for friends and local shops. The album is sparse and moody, conjuring a space not unlike the one that Songs Of Leonard Cohen occupies, featuring Ament on Wurlitzer with a jazz drummer and a guitarist alternating between acoustic and electric. It’s dark and at times forlorn, with meditations on yearning and loss and love. It’s ideal long-night-of-the-soul music. The lyricism evokes Dylan, Cohen, Tim Hardin and Bill Fay.
Friday, February 23, 2018
“poised and mysterious and it contemplates oblivion” The New York Times
"one of the world’s most criminally underrated singer/songwriters." The Revue
“weighty and wonderful” GoldFlakePaint
"I look forward to listening to this until I'm blue in the face.” Paste Magazine
“like and ocean at night, cold and serene” Surviving The Golden Age
"one of 2018’s must hear under the radar artists." Glide Magazine
Now based back in his home city of Seattle, he’s ready to present his most accomplished creations to date with the 'Spring' EP. This body of work continues to utilize elements found on his previous releases – atmospheric field recordings, warm electronic production, dynamic compositions – but also finds him exploring new ways to implement his voice.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Sunday, February 18, 2018
"Recreational Hate" is, along this avenue, something different. The songs can be traced to a past, present, and future existence of the band, running in every direction, but always coming home to a definitive observational point of reference. "Recreational Hate" is the next book in a fantasy series. It's the surprise 6th act in a never-ending performance. It hints of familiarity in a place where the guidelines have been abandoned, and anything is possible.
Saturday, February 17, 2018
"[Hate it Here] is made for peering into darkened summer skies and counting the stars... Pom-Pom Squad shares their whole heart with us and its resounding heartbeat sticks with you long after its conclusion." - The Grey Estates