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A 'Best Of' and a collection of covers, nothing more to bid us farewell.
Final farewell for the Luna, a rather underrated band in the American indie scene. Unfortunately, while they were active, almost everyone shamefully overlooked them, and even I couldn't convince myself to approach any of their work: yet this is not the same mistake I want to make with this wonderful collection of very autumnal pop songs.
Luna was formed about fifteen years ago under the initiative of Dean Wareham (an American by adoption, but with New Zealand origins) after the disbandment of his previous band, the Galaxie 500: their offering skillfully blends American singer-songwriter style (Lou Reed as a solo artist above all, but with no shortage of more traditional elements), some jazzy-pop choruses, and a distant hint of spacey psychedelia. The result can resemble the most easy-listening aspects of Yo La Tengo, but replacing their taste for dissonance and experimentation with a very romantic and poetic approach.
Seventeen songs and not a bad one, a concentration of emotions that touches our soul and our most sensitive chords. Nothing too complicated, cerebral, avant-garde, or self-indulgent. Pure indie pop of the highest quality. It seems almost pointless to sit here talking, quoting the songs (Tiger Lily, 23 Minutes In Brussels, Chinatown, Superfreaky Memories, Lovedust, and Black Postcards my favorites, those having the keys to my heart): just put on the record and let yourself go.
In the end, it always feels like falling in love and having a friend (thank you, Dean...) to whom you can tell your joys and sorrows, ready to listen to you tune into your feelings and transform them into magic.
Farewell Luna and thank you, even though we all arrive too late now.
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