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Memories Made In The Coldest Winter
|Holy Shit: Introduction/The Antlers
|At the request of my buddy Edgar (Liar23), I'm going to try writing more music related blogs, given that the only 4 I've done the entire summer have been personal and before that, I just hadn't written in a while. |
So, to honor this request, I figured I'd start a feature I'm going to call "Holy Shit". This will be whatever has really caught my attention at the time, whether it be a new band or an old band, it's something that is taking up a lot of my attention.
Now that the idea makes sense, I'm going to swing right into Volume 1: The Antlers
I saw this band at Pitchfork on Saturday, insisting to everyone that I was with that we needed to see them. They have been getting some good hype around the General Forum, but I didn't honestly check them out until I saw them. Their performance didn't quite prepare me for what I was going to hear when I put their CD into the stereo after I arrived home from the festival.
Haunting ambiance, stellar lyrics, and an intricate instrumentation make Hospice an absolute must listen. Lyrics stick with you far past your initial listen, and so does most of the rest of the record. The album can get a little depressing, but that's been fitting my mood perfectly. The way the entire record is composed is astonishing, as lines that hit hard are always put in front of everything, while less memorable (though no worse) lines are placed under a layer of noise.
Again, The Antlers are a band that deserve to be heard. They are a new band that is worth your time. I promise.
|Tags: The Antlers, Holy Shit, Introduction, Edgar, Liar23