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Written by Drew
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Tuesday, 18 November 2008 |
Forward
We (the fahrenheits) first got our hands on this album in July of 2007 at a house show a little ways outside of Bloomington, IN. It was a show that rational people probably wouldn't have gone to. It was inevitably a late show, a three hour drive, and Mary was due to work in the morning (no matter, we made it back home by 5am). But I think we sensed the urgency of the situation...we'd heard whispers that singer/guitarist Josh Bilodeau had begun to lose his desire to write and perform the potent and personal music that Otis and the Rufies was known for. We weren't going to miss seeing what we imagined could well be the last time Otis and the Rufies and La Cacahouette would play a show together. The fact that we managed to escape Bloomington with one of the very few burned copies of Addie's Diver was a very welcome bonus to the evening.
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Written by Hunter
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Saturday, 10 May 2008 |
The Duke Spirit
The Crystal Ballroom
05/08/08
I've always
felt some deep vein of soul with The Duke Spirit's music. Their sound
is like that of Jefferson Airplane crossed with a very bluesy Sonic
Youth, yet the painful lament of catty vocalist Liela Moss and the dark
and brooding instrumental variety they hold quite high has created an
insatiable taste in my mouth, it truly sets them apart from their
influences. I was quite pleased indeed when informed they were playing
Portland within weeks of discovering them, what better way to solidify
my love for their music.
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Written by Hunter
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Thursday, 08 May 2008 |
"oh mama, ain't no time to fall to pieces," words of caution, hope for
strength. The first verse we're introduced to by a weathered voice, one
of two contributors throughout the album; Mark Lanegan and Greg Dulli. The running theme is quite
similar to squeezing a stone to death for some trace of blood; while we
can't possibly understand how there might be even a vestige of hope in
this search that defies some of the most basic common sense, we somehow
find promise in an inexplainable form. The search isn't a pretty one.
In fact, it's quite a dirty affair and these two gentleman don't shy
away from it in the least. What makes it a unique experience however is
that we aren't deprived the aspect of these strange, beautiful,
uplifting moments in between and it's quite welcome, for how can we
appreciate the good or bad if we don't shine equal light upon both?
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Written by Hunter
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Thursday, 08 May 2008 |
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Lee Miles
1,000 Lions
Music can be
like a temperamental flower waiting to blossom. It takes patience for
the beautiful payoff. Most cannot appreciate this necessity and dismiss
it. This is where Lee Miles comes. His gentle harmonies can be
dismissed quite readily but if one could simply take a moment out of
their busy life to listen and soak up the soulful rays that shine so
brightly in an album like 1,000 Lions it can enrich the seemingly
meaningless fleeting moments of our lives.
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Written by Hunter
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Thursday, 08 May 2008 |
The Brian Jonestown Massacre
Thank God For Mental Illness
Many
are sick of this 60's revivalist movement that's infiltrated the
American music scene and with good reason. Most of it can only claim to
be a half-hearted regurgitation of a very influential sound that has
since evolved. Shouldn't this be considered a huge step backwards? In
some regards, yes, because few have convinced us that they're worth
their salt and done anything new with it. We wouldn't be so accepting
of a new man in black rewriting Johnny Cash songs and claiming to be
the 21st century jesus, would we? That said, we really can't neglect
some exceptions..
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