Grass Widow premiered their new track on Gorilla vs. Bear last week. The song, “Disappearing Industries”, draws Grass Widow a little deeper in to the garage sound, with their intertwining vocals continuing to be a strong presence. It’s a little off kilter this song, pummeling along with these ladies usual blend of beauty and grime, but with a sort of drunken strain to the bass line. As if Grass Widow had put a few down and then stumbled to their instruments, ready to bring rock to the world.
“Disappearing Industries” will be out on a split with Nature from M’Lady Records.
Call it backlash from the massive surge of Fleet Foxes love, but I’ve started to think that Robin Pecknold’s solo production is just a smite more interesting. Ring the bells, Pecknoldians, as the prolific front-man released a trio of new tracks just last week. About the songs:
“These aren’t Fleet Foxes songs, but I didn’t know where else to disseminate it. Pretty mellow jams…One is a duet with my friend Ed Droste from the amazing band Grizzly Bear, one is just a new solo jam, and one is a cover.”
The cut with Ed Droste is slow and sad and feels like a natural combination of the more indie feel of Grizzly Bear and Pecknold’s yen for chamber folk. Gorgeous music.
I’m away from a computer with the sweet technological advancements of an FTP, so please head over to Gorilla vs. Bear to grab this track.
The fine tastemakers over at Gorilla vs. Bear just premiered the first single off the new Hunx and His Punx album To Young To Be In Love. ”Lover’s Lane” drips with an acid-edged puddle of broken-hearted longing. Shannon Shaw, of the recently DCed Shannon and The Clams, adds a crackling hum as a member of Hunx’s enviable Punkettes.
The album, the first proper LP from the group, will be released on Hardly Art on March 29th. Furthering the concept that March is the only month this year where any music is being released.
I love describing a band as a cavernous. Love the idea of a duo of well-dressed musicians loading their gear in to a monstrous cave with bat guano and brackish water spilling from above. Love even more the way one would think acoustics sound in a cave, ricocheting from stalactite to stalactite, the drums and guitar warping and weaving themselves down the various corridors.
You listen to Gauntlet Hair’s recently premiered single “Out, Don’t…” and you hear the sweating walls of a cavern. The drums, the guitars weighty chunk are filtered through solid granite, the pick-ups taking on a machine gun patter, the vocals an ominous float that weaves above the song.
How come we don’t have festivals in caves?
Gauntlet Hair release their 7″ on Mexican Summer soon.
It’s always an interesting bit of progress to observe a band gaining popularity and having, or choosing, to shed some of their more youthful noise trappings. Call it forward momentum or cleaning up one’s act, but Reading Rainbow seems to have tightened up their sound a little on their new track “Wasting Time.” I worry sometimes that the removal of noisy detritus is a form of polishing one’s sound to present a cleaner face to the public, but not in this account. I think Reading Rainbow got their hands on a fancy studio and a some nice equipment and translated their sort of trashy garage-pop in to a more focused bit of garage rock. It hums along a clipping pace and loses nothing of the manic energy this bands so ably batters us with track after track.
It’s a rarity that every track an artist releases prior to them air-cannoning a full length in to our midst ends up on The Daily Choice. But England’s Yuck has me in a full on a tizzy. Their poppy bit of fuzz “Georgia” first stormed on to the internet months ago and I lapped it up like honey-sweetened milk. Weeks later I came across the airplane-landing video for their deliciously sparse heart-bender, “Automatic” and have been spinning it on digital repeat ever since. Thus, perhaps, it is no surprise that their new song “Weakend” catches my ear yet again. More along the sadness-soaked lines of “Automatic”, “Weakend” is an eerie mix of perfectly mixed harmonies. It is ethereal, ghostly, a gauzy bit of fabric loosely caught on the edge of a window sill. It hangs in the air, billowing, gusting, as the wind catches it.