I have to say thanks to Austin (and Matt McCarroll) once again for throwing my way what promises to become one of my favorite albums of the year, although it's really a 2006 release that never made much of a ripple here in Nashville. That unto itself is a complete tragedy. Belgrave to King's Circle is a string-picking, hand-clapping, electric acoustic meld of music that starts marking itself into your lazy mornings, your busy afternoons, your dancing evenings. Music that becomes a part of your year. Music that stays with you. "Underneath Gold" kicks it off with a Broken Social Scene "Stars and Sons"-esque energy, the kind of dance music you're not sure you should be dancing to. "Matagorda" is a crooning, piano-driven ballad, flowing into "Our Last Summer", a quick two minutes of echoing guitar riffs and Beach Boys refrains. You'll have to pick up the album to catch that one, as well as the quirky, soaring "Bosa Nova #7", my personal favorite. And you should be picking up the album. Instead of a thriller borne of the fickle energy of debuts, Belgrave promises bigger and better things to come. I've only one complaint: at a quick 33 minutes, I've got the whole thing memorized already. When's the next one, boys?
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Black Before Red
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