Since En Serenade broke up, the band is giving away their discography for free.
I cannot count the times the skylines left me breathless…
It’s a simple enough of a story: a few guys from North Carolina pay their dues in pervious bands (The Athenian Mercury and Farewell, if you’re curious). Long drives in cramped vans, middling attendance and those unexpected huge turnouts, scrapping songs and scrapping relationships, flyering parking lots…all in anticipation of the next long drive and 45 minutes on a stage. But all those trials and tribulations are standard issue plot devices for any band willing to make a go at it. What stands tantamount to anything else is the music. That said, meet En Serenade.
These simple chords that I press down they don't kill my fears; they just block them out.
Drawing from post-hardcore Classic Case, the hooks of Weezer and the earnestness of Ben Gibbard’s ballads, En Serenade make damn good music-period. The hooks are there, sweetened up with just the right harmonies. What’s more, the guitar work is uncompromising, urgent and fun. Simply, everything fits into place perfectly. You’ll jump around, you’ll sing along, you’ll raise your glass high and toast. Also on En Serenade’s side is the oft-forgotten trait of humble and honest lyricism. Any less from any other band would be contrived, but En Serenade has the distinction of singing it and meaning it. One listen to TGIFO holds all the proof you’d need of a band possessing the sincerity so many bands try to imitate.
You’ve never had a song for you, then here is one to call your own.
Capturing awkward goodbyes, driving with the windows down, all the parties you remember and most of the ones you don’t, En Serenade have made music for the part of you that’s still has a wide-eyed optimism in spite of the jaded cynicism that comes with age. Give it a spin and remember what it was like to feel something new (and exciting, scary, awesome, unknown) for the first time.