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| | | drag city (usa) #dc 356 cd singer “unhistories” compact disc - slow ghosts (5:23)
- divining (3:30)
- please, tell the justices we're fine (6:27)
- oh dusty (4:14)
- dumb smoke (5:31)
- party lessons (6:40)
- mauvais sang (8:56)
| | march 2008 release ; debut release by this new quartet featuring 1/2 of u.s. maple, ben “bird show” vida, and rob “lichens” lowe ... imagine ben & rob’s “herk” hedged with u.s. maple’s “jerk” & you’re close, damn close ... |
| | drag city press release... |
| singer
unhistories
dc356 cd
singer is the rock band peopled by robert a. a. lowe, todd rittmann, adam vida and ben vida. their music has two guitars, bass and some drums, plus four lovesome voices that may or may not have given the band their name (we don’t know for sure, they’re kinda tightlipped when not singing).
the unhistories sound is psychedelic, but not in the paisley way. more mind expanding / modern ... get it straight, singer isn’t referencing any past trend in music. their original idea involves their (very) original compositions tangling with voices stumbling, clucking, heaving, whipping, shrieking and sighing in a graceful jumble. this is a crux.
they’ve played around a little bit and there’s a convivial breeze that blows the air on show evenings. singer stride forth from the crowd and strike their variations on the pose. then the semi-describable wham of their show, a friendly sidling that shatters into lurching, explosive entertainment without fail. a stiff-legged stomp with that argument of harmony voices uncoiling throughout.
what do you expect? it’s kinda tense or it’s nothing.
but it’s not a nightmare, just a weird dream. don’t be afraid!
this is only the beginning. singer are going to take the show on the road, but the craft of transport comes first. this is unhistories. by way of introduction, the record is packaged in a way that brings the fun and the fury of singer into your hands, your home, your lap, your eyes, ears and headphones with life, weight and a glossy polish. as you work your way through the tactile designs of the music and its housing, you’ll incline to ask:
were they laughing their asses off when they did this?
nobody writes or wraps ‘em like singer. nobody ever has. why do you think the called it unhistories? |
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