the past couple of years have seen a marked increase in the number of bands whose music sounds as if it were born from the members being given a tascam four track recorder and a wooden box filled with assorted trinkets and bits of shiny metal. one such group is this michigan-based duo who, three albums into a still young career, are still finding new gewgaws to construct their songs with. the songs on their latest effort rattle, crank and tinkle through a sonic haze, as if they were trying to be heard in the space between two clashing shortwave radio frequencies. when their melodies and voices do bob to the surface, they float along wistfully, rambling out pieces of fractured imagery. the band tears completely free of the sonic mire for one four minute long driving near-rocker (“child banter”) but are quickly pulled back down below. and they are better off for it, as their music sounds best coming from down there.
Our Brother the Native
“All Grown” (mp3)
from “Sacred Psalms”
(Fat Cat Records)
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