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Rating: There are bands that pass like meteors and about which we hear little, and there are "historic moments" that, for some obscure reason, manage to make us tune in better or empathize with a genre, a band, or an album in particular. I want to break a lance in favor of this folk-indie band led by Dereck Fudesco, who along with Pete Quirck, Marty Lund, and Andrea Zollo, has given life to this album "Invitation Songs" (2007 Matador Edition), truly intriguing, engaging, and well-played.
With the careful and never intrusive production of Colin Stewart, the group has created a suggestive and hypnotic acoustic-folk ensemble with moments that echo the best 70ies production of this genre (especially Crosby, Still & Nash) and which, in a certain sense, aligns them with the production of various Bonnie Prine Billy, Devendra Benhard, and others who have recently come to the forefront.
Strictly acoustic sounds, therefore, with sparse and minimalist production, driving fingerpicking, skeletal percussion, and, above all, the archaic, harsh, and evocative beauty of one of the most beautiful voices currently around: I'm talking about the unique (not even perfect) color and the enchanting timbre of Pete Quirck's vocal cords (former singer of Hint Hint, of whom I must deepen my knowledge).
It also proves sterile and reductive to attempt to "tell in words" the wonderful alchemy that this quartet manages to assemble with a few chords, and I propose, alternatively, to enjoy these videos, which tell more than a thousand words (video 1, video 2, and video 3).
A band that really excites me, and most of you know how difficult it is for me to be forced to make positive or enthusiastic comments on much of the music around now. So listen to it, without preconceptions of form, and then let me know if it enchants you too...
Also not to be missed is the newly released album "Welcome Joy", which seems to be equally beautiful.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Helen (03:48)
In my bedroom, in my bedroom, in my bedroom
I seek a foreign night. Aren't we the same, you and I, all our love gathers the storm?
Or should we share a brain, in our minds, all our love follows the road.
I won't beg you, I won't beg you, I won't beg you, not with certain words.
Helen your eyes are frozen in my brain
Helen you are a gone world, where I remain.
In my bedroom, in my bedroom, in my bedroom
I seek a foreign light. Aren't we the same you and I, all our love gathers the storm.
Or should we share a brain in our minds, all our love follows the road.
I won't beg you, I won't beg you, I won't beg you, not with certain words.
Helen your eyes are frozen in my brain
Helen you are lost world where I remain.
And all my dreams move away, I let them escape
And all my dreams move away, I let them escape.
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