Peter Broderick / Below It
I’m posting more of Peter because his album is that good. He’s also in Horse Feathers and Efterklang … oh, and he’s only 21.
Peter Broderick / It’s Alright
Midlake / Balloon Maker
Tonight.
Someday Lounge
125 NW 5th
$5
Midway through “Spring Song,” the opening track of the Lark’s fine first record, Pines, the song’s somber tremolo voice and moody backdrop give way to a joyous pop explosion, with soaring voices and ascending guitar lines. It’s clear evidence of a more-than-capable new band that is bound to garner plenty of attention. Indeed, the steady potboiler of “Miss You More” already found a slot on the soundtrack of the new Dustin Hoffman-Emma Thompson movie Last Chance Harvey—but it’s actually one of the Lark’s least cinematic tracks. For more mind’s-eye listening, check out “Come Lately,” a creeping music-hall shuffle straight off the Kinks’ never-written, never-recorded LSD album, or “Every Day,” a Pretty Things-style love song complete with a guitar solo that isn’t actually a solo—it’s a complete melodic thought. Pines is awfully good, that rare psychedelic rock record that manages to stay buoyant even as it flirts with darkness. NL - portland mercury
I used to play bass in this band, you should probably go see them if you live in portland.
Ethan Rose / On Wheels Rotating
for reference.
elbow i’ve got your number
ok i changed my mind. here’s one of the depressing ones.
you can practically smell the cigarettes and whiskey and seething rage on this one. being the proper gentlemen they are everything is kept in check though, until that utterly belligerent solo busts down the door halfway through. aside from the production, what really makes this one stand out is Guy Garvey, both his lyrics and the weary, sarcastic mumble of his delivery. he is very careful with words. vivid, but minimal and straight to the point:
Don’t put this note by your face on the pillow
Don’t put this letter in the pocket near your heart
Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools
I pray you always need them
I know what you have done
Throwing advice like grenades at the table
You’re spinning your wisdom in stories that change
Your lies are fluorescent my babyfaced angel
Grow a fucking heart love
I know what you have done
I’ve got your number
You’ve got my numberoh and A+ for the Fleetwood Mac-style fade in at the beginning with the band already playing. nobody does that shit anymore!
