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While Lost At Sea endeavors to write about a great deal of the music it receives, there are hundreds of releases that slip through the cracks - things too strange, too transient or (yes) too bad to earn a full review. EPs, CD singles and 7" records are particularly hard to deal with because there are so many of them - and they are so small - that they often get lost in the shuffle. This sometimes means that deserving music released in non-album form is not reaching the people who might enjoy it most.
In an attempt to rectify this situation and to give some of this music its due - or at least its moment in print, Lost At Sea occasionally dredges through the bins of EPs and singles to weed out a select few for comment.
Haley Taylor - Walking (self-released)
The light is dim, the hardwood floor is cold, and it's so late that nothing stirs on the street that is right outside my bedroom window. The music is but a whisper in the stillness and it's heart-breakingly sad, but then what else would you listen to when you have a broken heart? My room is too small and outside I would just be lost. The nights are long and seem too short when the sun starts to rise and the light finds a way to creep around my drawn curtains. I look for some solace wherever I can find it; Haley Taylor's voice is like sitting down to a hot cup of tea with a good friend you haven't seen in a while.
The Airfields - Laneways (Humble Bee Records)
This CD is fuzzed out and awesome, although the press sheet played up the shoegaze a little too much. While the aesthetic is present, there's nothing mopey or depressing about Laneways. The music makes me smile and want to dance. Stand in the back and look awkward if you want, but you'll be missing out on a lot of fun.
The Colour - Devil's Got a Hold of Me (Rethink/EMI)
That little u in colour usually classes shit up and makes things look fancier than they really are, but not this time. The Colour will probably be huge at some point, which is funny because they are actually quite boring. They kind of sound like the Doors, who I will credit as the first rock n' roll band I ever consciously liked thanks to the Euge, but whom I now realize were terrible. Jim Morrison was a pretentious asshole and hopefully some day no one is putting out their cigarette butts and smashing their empty whiskey bottles on the grave of the Colour's singer.
The Kingdom - Unitas (Arena Rock)
I think my best friend is moving to Portland. Portland will be lucky to have him. I'm jealous that someone else will be able to sit at a bar with him, drinking Pabst way too late into the night, watching him smoke way too many cigarettes, and having the best conversation they've ever had with anybody in their whole life. Someone else will now have a friend who is down to go see live music regardless of who it is or what it sounds like. I'm almost in tears thinking that at some point he'll probably see The Kingdom and it won't be me who hears about how good he thinks they are.
Tides - From Silence (Teenage Disco Bloodbath Records)
These days I like my metal artsy and instrumental. Luckily for me, Tides supplies both in spades. By casting off the needless growling and shrieking, Tides focuses instead on making heavy and atmospheric music. From Silence is interesting enough for the indie rockers and hard enough for the metal heads.
New Buffalo - New Buffalo (Arts & Crafts)
It stays light out so late these days. There is plenty of time after work to hold hands and walk aimlessly around town, enjoying the feeling of warm air against exposed skin. The parks are inviting with their green grass and open space, but a certain charm can also be found while sitting at a table outside the neighborhood coffee shop, the laughter coming often and easily over a drink or two. The sun goes down and the sky gets dark, but still it's too nice to go inside so you linger and enjoy the evening and let your legs come to rest against the other pair across from you. The day is over and the bed is too hot, the sheets are kicked on the floor, and the cool wall feels good when an arm or leg comes to rest against it. Eyes barely stay shut; sleep is difficult because you can't wait to greet the day tomorrow and kiss her good morning.
Disappearer - Disappearer (Trash Art Records)
I'd like to give a big thank you to Jonah at TDBRecords. I was lucky enough to receive not one, but two kick-ass EP's from him this month. Disappearer is absolutely fantastic and if there is any justice in the world, they will soon be adored by indie kids who have grown bored of Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. The band makes epic instrumental metal that is full of melodicism while still retaining a rough around the edges sound. Plus, the extended song length gives you more than enough time to sit back and contemplate just what it is we are doing in this crazy world.
TJO - A Raveling (Acuarela)
Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still picture her face and it kills me. The way her lips would twist into a smile right before I kissed them. I would open my eyes to see that her eyes were open and we would both feel a little guilty for being caught while cheating the intimacy of the moment. But then my mind drifts and I can only see her eyes as we said goodbye amidst the frenzy of a Monday morning at the airport and I kind of knew it would be the last time I saw her. Or the last time I spoke to her on the phone and heard her voice, the voice I used to tease her about, and I knew that I had no reason to call her anymore. It stills seems kind of funny that in the beauty and hope of a blossoming spring I had to sit and watch and let this part of me be dismantled. Things can be so complicated. But then if they weren't, why would anyone ever bother?
An aspiring global adventurer who cut his teeth on the sandy beaches and dirty bitches of Southern California, Kevin Alfoldy now spends his non-vacation days in Brooklyn, New York, where he occasionally finds the time to rub the crust out of his eyes long enough to contribute reviews and feature articles for LAS. A longtime staff member, Kevin also captains the tattered, often half-sunk raft of EPmd, our irregular column of EP reviews.
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