Sexiness, Spruce Campbells, and other stuff

Sometime in the near future, Quarantine will interview Jason of The Spruce Campbells. It should have happened earlier this month, but my old tape recorder went to the Big Analog Tape Depository in the Sky.

Speaking of The Spruce Campbells, their next EP should be coming out soon and I have been informed that it is very, “sexy.” Sexy is always good.

Ino other news, Lackluster is having a CD release show at Ravari Room on April 15 with Lost Revival, The Spruce Campbells, and a mystery guest. Wouldn’t it be cool if Hotsauce had a reunion?

Quarantine is also looking for a new reviewer. We have a back log of albums that need to be written up. You won’t get paid, but you’ll get a by-line, free music, and maybe make some new connections.

We always take submissions of any music; from a single song, to a rock opera. So if you are in a band, send us your stuff and we’ll give it a fair review. Submissions always take precedence over anything else (anything else meaning stuff I pick up at the record shop, which is currently what the back-log consists of)

Lastly, Quarantine is one of the very few music blogs in Columbus. Less pretentious than half of a hipster, but still cooler than your mom.

CD101 @ 102.5

WWCDImage via WikipediaOh, CD101, I don’t know what to say to you.

You have had a great influence on my life, perhaps more than any other source of media other than Ranger Rick. I have been a loyal listener for nigh on 20 years now, and I will remain loyal until the day one of us dies.

That being said, as a fan, as a member of the extended family of CD101 listeners (and we are all a family, brought even closer together with the tragic loss of our adopted father, Andyman), as someone who loves you as much as anyone can, I have a suggestion for you.

This suggestion is from my heart, and not to be taken as anything but meaningful and hopeful advice. Something to think about, experiment with, learn from, or ignore.

I will not suggest that you stop playing certain overplayed and awful bands or music; like U2 or Red Hot Chili Peppers or ska, for example. I will not tell you that if you do not follow my suggestion you will fail and suck and I will hate you – I could never hate you, and I will always desire the best for you. No, CD101, you are too good to be yelled at or chastised; you do so much good for the city and surrounding communities already.

As the “Alternative Station” you have such an opening to play new and less known music; more than any other station in the region. You already do this very well, but here is a suggestion to consider.

A bi-weekly Hip Hop/alternative rap show. It would focus on lesser known, underground, indie-label, and local acts. You already play Outkast, Beastie Boys, Flobots, and others so it isn’t that far out from what you are already doing. The Independent Playground and Local Stuff are wonderful and definitely should stay, but this would supplement them and allow them to concentrate on underground and local rock music.

Alternative rap is a rapidly growing trend just as alternative rock was 20 years ago. With musical styles merging as much as they do now, with rap, rock and even country are mixing together, it makes sense to be at the forefront of this wave.

No other Columbus radio station has this market. Power 107.5? Nope, they play only the most popular hits by the most popular (and talentless) “artists.”

You have a golden opportunity, CD101 @ 102.5

Just something to think about.

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St. James Tavern

St. James Tavern is an inconspicuous little bar on 4th Street and Detroit Avenue in Italian Village. I first came here when I was 21 or 22, but didn’t really return until I was 24 or 25 (my polish brother, the legendary Brett (from foid, Hotel War, and Vietnam II: oOo! Shameless name-drop!), lived on  Detroit so we would walk to the bar frequently). There are two pool tables, chairs and tables all around, and a long bar with stools. They don’t serve food, they don’t have shitty cover bands, and (most importantly) they don’t have a TV.

What they do have is great beer, great prices, atmosphere (something that is seriously lacking in most every other establishment in Columbus), and the best jukebox in the city.

However, all of that has been said by other people already. What is new? What hasn’t been said about St. James Tavern yet?

  • They specialize in imports and microbrews; especially the rarer high alcohol content ales. The Bourbon Barrel Stout is ridiculous.
  • My friends and I got a nice special price on Beck’s Dark because they were trying to get rid of them. Fine by me; I give those Hessian bastards a new home in my tummy!
  • Three kegs of Affligem Noel are available in the city; St. James has two of them.
  • The clientele is predominantly college hipsters; although a faithful older crowd of former college hipsters fills in the gaps on off-days.
  • The place is dark. The lighting is kept to a minimum, but not to the point where you get squinty trying to strain your eyes. The music is loud, but not overbearingly loud. It creates a very intimate atmosphere even when the place is jammed with people.
  • Wood covers EVERYTHING.
  • There is graffiti in the men’s room that says something along the lines of, “This isn’t a ladies room; keep the seat up.” 
  • Speaking of the Men’s room; it was stocked with soap and paper towels! 
  • I know nothing of the Women’s restroom except from the few, instinctive and unintentional peeks I got while playing pool at various visits. Dude’s can’t help that reaction. It’s not that we’re being pervy, it’s just that the Women’s room is like the last frontier for men; an unexplored mystery where women (who we are most interested in but can’t seem to understand) seem to congregate (and, we think, to talk about us).
  • Simpson’s Pinball. That should be self-explanatory.

It seems as if it has been Winter, late Fall, or early Spring every time I’ve been there. I associate the place with visible breath, scarves, and floppy knit hats.

You can find St. James Tavern online on Facebook, Twitter, and their own website. Facebook and Twitter are updated frequently, so those are your best bet to find out what’s on tap on any given day.

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Spruce Campbells – The Lessons We Learned From Ghosts

Jason of the Spruce Campbells told me this is their “pop” EP.  While it is certainly more poppy than their previous two EP’s, it can’t really be called poppy compared to the conventional wisdom’s idea of pop music sound. Just like their previous two EP’s, this one is full of gorgeous music that sounds both strikingly familiar yet substantially different than anything you’ve heard before. They are playing at Skully’s tomorrow night, which is the official release of this EP. I recommend you go and buy it along with their previous two EP’s – you will love them.

Star Girl -Very catchy. Probably the catchiest song on the record.  Lyrically, it isn’t particularly poignant, but I doubt that it’s meant to be. Jason’s vocals are reminiscent of Crash Test Dummies, while Chelsea’s have that sexy, smokey sound; they compliment each other perfectly. There is only one hiccup in the song – after the third verse, “gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, HEY!” doesn’t seem to really fit; at least to my ears. It by no means ruins the song, I just don’t care for that line.

Hell O’s – I love the opening guitar, and the drumming is definitely poppy (and good). The conversational style of the singing should be trademarked by The Spruce Campbells – I really like how Chelsea and Jason go back and forth with the lyrics. Jason asked me which song I think should be the single, and I pick this one. It just seems so accessible and (ignoring the lyrics only because they are kind of depressing) is simply a fun tune to listen to. Which actually gives the song layers of depth you don’t hear much anymore – a fun, happy sounding song with sad, buzzkill lyrics. Nicely done, and well played sirs and madam.

With You – This song has a distinct 50’s pop sound. Like it could be played during the school dance in Back to the Future. I wonder what it would sound like with 3 female back-up singers. They could be named “The Sharlene’s,” and stand 6 feet behind Chelsea and wave their hands in front of them while they sing. Listening to this makes you want to go necking with your steady in the front seat of a Dodge at the dead end of Lover’s Lane.

A Farewell – The counterpart to With You, A Farewell sounds more like the general sound of the first EP than the other songs on this disc. This is a death song; two lovers saying their final goodbyes. It is sadly sweet, and probably the deepest, lyrically, of the songs on the record. This is also my favorite song out of the four (followed closely by With You). Jason sings lead, with Chelsea backing in a beautifully soft undertone.

The Spruce Campbells around the internet:
Bandcamp – listen to the album for free
Myspace
Facebook

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Darynyck – The Chaotic LP

New post title format – how evolutionary!

Today’s review is of Darynyck‘s newest release; The Chaotic LP.  Daryn and Nyck switch lead vocals and instruments throughout album, and all the songs were recorded by the two in various basements and attics.

Listening to this album, it would probably lead you to believe that Darynyck are heartbroken and depressed individuals. It’s a stark contrast to their live performances, where they are cheerful, fun, and very personable.  The songs on The Chaotic LP are beautiful in their simplicity, and absolutely gorgeous in the feelings they evoke in the listener. These are themes that most people have felt at one point or another, but are difficult to put into words.  Darynyck has found a way to express and deliver these themes and feelings in a surprisingly upbeat style that manages to remain honest without seeming condescending.  I think I love this album.

Make Some Music – A primer on starting a band because, “you’re tired of working for the man.”  I could totally see this song being played on Sesame Street by a band of muppets to teach kids about playing music.  It’s a sweet, fun song that’s just enjoyable to listen to.  It isn’t full of profound or deep lyrics, or overly complicated compositions.  It’s just a couple dudes making music.

Working Hard (Going Nowhere) – Light, fast-paced, with simple arrangements.  The song pretty much asks the listener if it’s all worth it?  Going to college to get a job, working hard, but you never know what’s going to happen, do you?  What is time well-spent?  What is really worth it?  It’s a rhetorical question, obviously, but lyrically this song is a stark contrast to the previous track.

Chaotic – Interestingly, one of the first songs I heard from Darynyck a few years ago. Although the liner notes say it was recorded in 2006, so I guess that shouldn’t be surprising. Acoustic pop with lots going on in the background – tambourine, claps, harmonica.  Nyck sings, with Daryn and guest Gabe; on backing vocals.  I’ve known my share of chaotic women and this song reminds me of all of them. However, I have to wonder; is the behavior really chaotic? Or more like indecisive?

Pure and True – Different style than the previous tunes. Different feel; more like a traditional folk song. The whistling complements the rest of the music; in most other songs by other artists that contain whistling, it is often used as a centerpiece of sorts – and usually sucks.  Not here.  The lyrics remind me… unfortunately they remind me of myself and a past relationship in a lot of ways.  I listened to this song a few times; just reminiscing about the past and how I’m glad I’m sane after all that happened.

Same Old Song – Another simple and straightforward tune with some cool guitar effects that do not overshadow the singing.

Pieces – Jesus, another song that seems to be ripped from my own experiences.  I’m starting to think that Darynyck are telepathic and have scoured my brain.  Or are these themes more universal and shared than I previously thought?  Beautiful song in a tragic way.

Now or Never -Quick tempo, still going along with the theme of complicated love and sad, failing relationships.  Now I’m convinced they’ve been stalking me and taking notes.  This is a gorgeous song, but kind of hurts to listen to, as it strikes too close to home.

Alive – This is another song that is slowed down, downcast in mood, and full of honest feeling. 

Waiting (Did It Again) – “Well it looks like I fucked up, I did it again…”  I think this is the only song with swearing in it, and that conservative usage really adds to the power of the word.  While on the surface it doesn’t seem like it, this song seems bitter to me.  Bitter at the narrators feeling of being at fault, and bitterness at hoping for something better. I may be wrong, but art is up to the interpretation of the audience, right?

New City Lights – A song about moving on.  The singing wraps around the beat rather than being subordinate to timing (which is how 99% of all rock songs are), which is pretty neat.  The music is upbeat and a little quicker in tempo than most of the other songs on the album.

Last A Lifetime – A departure from the styles of the previous songs.  Much more focused on the lyrics and singing, rather than the instrumentation.

Without You, It’s True – The perfect closer for the album.  The last line sums up not only this song, but the entire feeling of the album; “I hope you’ll come around.” 

If I had heard this album a year ago, it would have never left my CD player and I probably would have cried everytime I listened to it.  I know some people who could use the catharsis, and I will be passing this on to them.  Buy this album, borrow it from a friend, just find a way to listen to it. It is well worth it.

One last thing; My favorite Darynyck song is I’m So Sad (which DID help me through a rough patch), unfortunately I’m So Sad is on the Sasquatch Sessions, which is an album I do not have, nor have I listened to. Someday I hope to rectify that.

Darynyck on Sonicbids, Myspace, Youtube, and CD Baby

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Why the Scene Sucks

There have been a few stories written about the public’s disdain for local music printed in the various newspapers and websites that cover such things. I thought I would throw my hat in the ring.

  1. Residents don’t buy local band albums or music. 
    1. There are only a few places where a fan or potential fan can buy local music.  They can buy it at a show (the difficulties of which will be explained below), they can buy it at a store (see last months adventure with Used Kids Records), or they can buy it online from the bands’ website.  The problem with buying online is that many bands don’t have websites with music available to download.  Some are still on Myspace only and the company that allows bands to sell music on Myspace has a very poor reputation for actually paying the bands. Of course, the biggest obstacle to online sales of local music is how do you get people to listen to your music in the first place in order for them to want to buy it?
  2. People don’t go to local shows.
    1. People DO go to local shows; just not that often.  Some people only go to local concerts; usually people who are hipsters and friends with everyone and probably in a band as well.  Some people will go through life having never seen a local concert.  But most people will go to at least a few because they know someone who begs and pleads for all their friends to see their band play at some overpriced shit-hole like Pub 161 outside the City.  
    2. There is one thing about our city that people often complain about but has, as far as I can tell, been completely ignored in this argument.  This issue is that of public transportation.  COTA does not have the coverage, nor does it run late enough on enough lines to be more than the half-assed mediocre bus system that it is.  I don’t own a vehicle and use COTA quite frequently; I know first hand how limited it is.  Add COTA’s crappy coverage with how spread out Columbus is with sprawl, and that Central Ohio is the DUI capital of the world, and you don’t have a city conducive to lots of people going out to bars at night and enjoying their local artists.
  3. Local music doesn’t get enough publicity or media attention.
    1. The Other Paper is very busy patting itself on the back for not being The Columbus Dispatch.
      Alive is owned by The Columbus Dispatch but is trying to be just like The Other Paper.  However, The Other Paper and Alive do a pretty good job of publicizing local music.  They’ve put local bands on the cover page, each issue has a comprehensive listing of every local concert and event for the next week, and for the most part their music review sections are tight except for Wes Flexner, The Other Paper’s hip hop guru, calling The Unholy Two’s new album the “Best local album of the year”.  The Unholy Two have the album of the year?  uh huh.  There aren’t enough blunts in the world to make that a defensible position.  By the way, Chris Lutzko works for the company that publishes The Other Paper – it’s not who you are, but who you know.
    2. There are music blogs (Howdy!) that cover local music. Some of them (I assume) are better than this one in various regards.  Music blogs, unlike newspapers and radio, are viral in nature – people with nothing to do and unhealthy internet addictions write about their experiences, other people who are the same read it and repost it or link to it, and casual observers find it and check it out.  I wish there were a lot more music bloggers in Columbus.  There are 5000 food blogs here, and 5 music blogs.  Columbus is full of fatties who hate music.  I wish that was a joke.
    3. The more established web sites have their own issues.  Cringe has “The Columbus Sound,”  whatever that means, since that would assume that all bands in Columbus play the same things.  They don’t.  Columbus has one of the most eclectic and varied musical scenes in the country.  Every genre that exists can be found here. Donewaiting is run by a guy in Brooklyn, New York.  That’s really all that needs to be said.
    4. CD101 is now CD102.5 for no good reason and has Independent Playground (We miss you Rudy G) and more importantly Frontstage 101 every weeknight at 9.  But you know what would be even cooler?  Local music in the regular rotation (I call for this in just about every Sounding Board survey I take).  How about a contest (like the Blitz‘s Choose It or Lose It) where listeners call in and vote on local music to be played on regular rotation?  I mean, you’ve played 2 Howlin’ Maggie songs, 2 Watershed songs, and a musical abortion by Earwig.  How about some new, and good local stuff played throughout the day?  The Blitz is less shitty than ever!  They actually play metal now and let the DJ’s have more of a say in what is played. If The Blitz had a daily local stuff version of Choose It or Lose it for hard rock and metal bands, it would get the audience involved and act as somewhat of a filter for bands – competition breeds exception.  

These were just some thoughts I had after reading various articles and listening to various radio stations and talking to various musicians.

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Used Kid’s Records

According to Used Kid’s Records, the proper way to support local music is to tell anyone who suggests how to better support said music to go fuck themselves.

Around 10 years ago, a clerk at Used Kid’s pissed me off so much on my very first visit (at their old location) that I never went back until 2 years ago. I only went back on that occasion to please my then-girlfriend.  I was impressed with the new location and was hit on by some random hot chick while smoking a cigarette outside.  So it was a good second impression.
Since then, Used Kid’s has become my go-to record store.  Not because it is better in any way than any other record store, but because it’s close to where I live and easy to get to.
So, just like many other people, I befriended Used Kid’s on Facebook.  This led to the record store inviting me (twice) to an event called, “Weekend of Mayhem.”  Weekend of Mayhem is an event with live music, record deals, and is advertised as such, “Please come out and support your local independent record store as well as your local music scene.”
I think I do a fairly decent job in supporting the local music scene.  I give free press to local bands, I stroke their egos, give creative criticism, go to their concerts, and buy their CDs and vinyl records.  So, being the supporter of local music that I am, I suggested, in an admittedly snarky way, that Used Kid’s could do just a tiny bit more for local music than what they are currently doing.
this is the result.
Yes, you read that right.  For my suggestion of moving the local music section nearer the register and out of a box on the floor, I have been called a “dickweed” by the official Used Kid’s facebook page.  Think about that for a moment, but not too long, as the story continues!
Used Kid’s, in their infinite wisdom, made two identical event pages for Weekend of Mayhem.  So I wrote the exact same thing on the second page that I wrote on the first.  This is the response and boy, it’s a doozy!
In case you can’t see it for some reason, here is a screenshot

So, an employee, who is an actual representative of the store, told me to “shove it up my ass.”
See folks, that’s a classy lady right there.  All this time, I thought I knew what it was to support local music.  But I was obviously very wrong.
According to Used Kid’s Records, the proper way to support local music is to tell anyone who suggests how to better support said music to go fuck themselves.  Obviously they are right, because several people “liked” what they have to say and even defend their position.  Well, okay, their defense isn’t really all that good, since he just called a local musician and myself “douche bags.”
I will provide no links to Used Kid’s Records as I have no interest in generating any business for them at this time.  If you want to buy records from stores not operated by dickheads, spend your money at these fine establishments:
Spoonful Records
116 E Long St
Columbus, OH 43215
Lost Weekend Records
2960 North High Street
Columbus, OH 43202-1136
Magnolia Thunderpussy
1155 North High Street
Columbus, Ohio 43201

[Edit:  I have no issue with the owners of Used Kid’s Records.  I sincerely doubt that Ron or Dan even know about any of this.  Although the girl who told me to “shove it up my ass” is apparently Dan’s daughter, I have no reason to believe that he or Ron House feel the same way.  But it does not change the fact that I will no longer shop at their store, nor will I encourage anyone else to shop there.]

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The Pee Pee Dance

I was at a concert the other night and some hipsters took the stage.  I sort of know some of them and they’re nice people, so I don’t mean to use the term “hipster” in a derogatory sense.  Just a statement of fact.  They dress, act and play in hipster style.
So watching them play I noticed something about their frontman that hit me like a… well, I almost said a ton of bricks, but that is too much of an exaggeration.  No, I just came to realize something about hipster frontmen.
Hipster frontmen always have to pee really really bad when they’re on stage.  They do what every mother knows and calls, “The Pee Pee Dance.”
Their feet spread, but their knees together, they twist their torso while sort of semi-squatting up and down with their eyes closed and a pained expression on their face.  Now, I know that they don’t actually have to pee really bad (or at least I assume that), but that just makes it more hilarious – hipster frontmen actually think pretending to have to pee makes them seem more earnest; like their banal, smug, and pretentious lyrics are SO important that goddamn (!), if the audience doesn’t believe in their sincerity, they’re just going to pee through their super-tight dark jeans, dribble on their vintage cowboy boots or converse all-stars, and maybe, just maybe, get a little bit on their too-small flannel shirt with the sleeves buttoned up.

If I feel up to it, I will post some videos of this phenomena later.

This Thursday at Kobo (Oldfield’s on High) a concert event is happening that all should attend.

Lackluster
Spruce Campbells
The Nuclear Children (loved this band, but never reviewed them)
Evan Harris and the Driftwood Motion

The Spruce Campbells will be joined by Jack Atreides of The FuturistsThe Nuclear Children are having a reunion show of sorts. Lackluster will be doing what Lackluster does best – making hipster girls shake their asses.  and Evan Harris and the Driftwood Motion will bring everyone back to their roots – in the right way.

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Album Review: All Saints’ Day by The New Heaven and The New Earth

I didn’t know there was an old heaven and an old earth before I reached the new ones with the unexpected album All Saints’ Day released in 2009. This collection of six songs handles itself much like a stranger at a street fair, propelled on by it’s hunger and emptiness, yet tragically beautiful as a natural beast that is perpetually stuck. They sing as if they have found scraps for dinner, and eat, all the while knowing it’s rotten. The cellos shift gracefully as only a bleeding heart can shift through moments and days and years. Accompanied by beautiful chords and simple slow beats, portraits of low poignant freckles of time frozen by myth and melody. It is sad, luring, and yet still shines light, demonstrating the delicate partnership between hope and fear.

Noah, the first track gives a powerful kick start to the album and is a mix between a 70’s acid trip and a Sunday afternoon at church. The cellos and angelic background choir give it a forceful yet graceful balance that sets the stage for the rest of the songs. It almost sounds as if it starts out in the middle of the track which gave little room for a climax, however, the whole 3 minutes is dramatic through the breezy vocals and harmonies.

Dry Stalk lives up to its name and instantly sounds like it is off of The Royal Tenebaum’s soundtrack. It is dry and slow in an interesting and offbeat way that tells of a slowly recovering heartache. The male backing vocals are a perfect choice in this short (2 and a half minutes!) track, packing a certain quality I can’t put my finger on. They sing “do-do-do-do-doo” with a shy awkward tinge – reminiscent perhaps of someone with incredible talents that is overshadowed by perceived imperfections. Its modest instruments and melodies create such sympathy for the dried up used stalk of a man, while the bells and chorus give hope, only to be dashed on contradiction and held together by its own sick cycle.

Simon sounds like second wind extension to its previous neighboring track. It starts out with tambourine shakes and the choir crying out with pain like flailing souls trapped half in the sand. This nearly five minute song provides some of the most interesting and well done vocals on the album. They don’t shake in syllables but in whole, each word ending like a cliff, mountains filling up even my mouth. The song progression is like a roller coaster, allowing the vocals to take stage as a harpsichord, sad organ, and tambourine provide the simple tune throughout the verse, allowing the bridges to provide the sweeping punch of a rooted gospel. Two minutes in, the bells chime and the tambourine is accompanied by chilling lyrics and climaxes into an orchestra of sound where the voices take shape as instruments themselves.

After a long pause, the soft piano starts. Tori Amos and PJ Harvey’s love child climbs through the speakers and leaves the windows open, the cold winter breeze blowing through. St. Valentine is my favorite song and an excellent fourth track to give fresh breath to the album. The shifting sounds and reckless instruments near the end are like ghosts, mindless in their habitual echos. Yet, something beautiful is created and harnessed, leaving a craving after its short two minutes. It is like a lucid dream, haunting and stunning.

With a Mark Lanegan’s guitar and Radiohead’s melodic vocals, Santa Muerte is sad and reflective. It imagines life outside of our present constraints, welcoming the future as a replacement. However hopeful the lyrics might be, the reality is the darkness of the present and the pain of hope. The cellos offer a deep contrast to the guitar melodies and show the depressing acceptance of such a life.

St. Francis highlights a new vocal sound with raspy voice talk telling us “it’s not cocaine”, but its surely something. This haunting final track is simple at the beginning with raising and falling single tones like the bending of the earth. Then the juxtaposition of a strong single tone strum, followed by a pause then a strum, then a pause, then a strum like the forever eventual breaking of the earth. All sprinkled by the pained singing of a burdened soul. The climax is a beautiful collision of every aspect. The symbols crash like the unknowing angry ocean on jagged rocks, like saints finally opening up their wrists to find it’s only their blood in there, “we’re not men, we can’t pretend that we are fish and marry prophets anymore.” Ending in a heavy solo guitar and the sadly building purge of hope and fear and the drugged waltz that all prophets must perfect, dragging all the way up to the earth from heaven.

If you can’t tell, I quit enjoyed this little collection from an artist unknown to me. I listened to it while figuring out my terrifying finances and it even helped keep my blood pressure low. It spreads like depression, heavy in afterglow and calm as a diabetic baking a pie. The short length of Dry Stalk and St. Valentine left me wondering where the rest of the song was and some of the tracks had a little lack of dramatics, but it left a definite good imprint. Overall, it reminds me of Muse – that is in a different state of grief. This is Muse after they get over the anger and find themselves in the purgatory of denial, isolation, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Sirens can be hidden in the keys of a piano and behind the strings of a cello, lighthouses of destruction and beauty that live inside all of us – you know you can relate.

The New Heaven & The New Earth
Simon
http://www.edibleonion.com/media/music/simon.mp3

The New Heaven & The New Earth
St. Valentine
http://www.edibleonion.com/media/music/st-valentine.mp3

(songs used with permission)

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