Settlefish
Plural Of The Choir

LA RECENSIONE

Is there something rotten in Italy? Yes and no, that's what comes to my mind as an answer. Boredom doesn't fly high and now goes hand in hand with the cold. I needed to find something good to accompany me through the empty city, with long strides while everyone sleeps. We don't always know what we want, and it's in these cases that the old path should be dusted off.
How beautiful it is when you have time, when you can breathe. How beautiful the dawn mornings are with the shutters just lifted. Everything is rarefied, as if there were a film in front of your eyes. It seems like only a few of us appreciate them, but good things are for the few and the pure Settlefish are for the few.

Bolognese like few others, so much it scares you as the good Pierpaolo would have said, they roam the world with their music. They come and go from the new world and legend has it that they do almost two hundred gigs in a year. In short, the guys work hard, releasing in Italy for Unhip Records and in America for Deep Elm and listening to them, you think of anything but checking the label to see the origin of the "product" you're consuming.
What do they do? Well... they sound more or less like if the At The Drive-In rhythm session joined with the out-of-tune Stephen Malkmus and the brave Scott Kannberg (for the ignorant: they are the heart of the Pavement universe).

The outcome, "The Plural Of The Choir", second album, is, for me, the best album of 2005 composed of indie-punk-rock painted with light watercolors in a gradient that starts from grey and in one stroke reaches a light lilac.
In short, the Settlefish are good, and it's about time that between a striped shirt, of any indie idiot, and a blackened fringe, of any fool, someone notices them... meanwhile, the guys accompany me every morning to the university. They wake up early, wash quickly, and sometimes even skip breakfast.