Farewell Young Lovers
It’s snowing. . . again. It has been off and on for weeks now, some nights worse than others. Right now, it’s a culmination of snow falling from the sky and snow being wistfully blown around forming drifts with lines stretching out like art. The cold outside gives a silent serenity to it all. Deep in the throws of winter, this Midwestern landscape is a sobering polar expressionist contradiction. At times a beautiful feeling, while others a melancholy wish for better times. Of course, this does not apply to everyone because their are people that live for this season. Yet, all too many people get caught up in a slower pace. Too much time to think, perhaps.
I can imagine what Cambridge is like. I have never been to Boston or its outlying areas although I am sure I will visit one day. Winters in Massachusetts can be cruel. The squalls and the power storms that come barrelling through. You can gain an understanding why Galaxie 500 chose Yoko Ono’s “Listen, I Can Hear The Snow Falling,” as one of their trademark covers.
Dallas is a far cry from the New England atmosphere, but Todd Gautreau shares something in common with Galaxie 500 and that is the exploration of texture and surrealism through delicately-woven songs.
Crushed Stars – Flowerbomb
On the new album Crushed Stars have somehow managed to outdo themselves, which after listening to In The Bright Rain, I imagined it not to be possible. But here it is in the proverbial flesh ready to woo you on those soft-skinned days.
“Our Interest In Claire” is everything a Galaxie 500 song should be. The slow strums allow the sunlight to permeate your senses. Gautreau’s voice sounds a million miles away yet attracts your attention. I’m in love with every guitar note and chord that swoons about.
And the way the chords collide in “This Happens Every Time” is one step shy of perfections. A perfect autumn serenade, Gautreau sings, “When all the leaves have fallen down,” the song moves at the speed of small town life.
A first for Crushed Stars, the band created an agro song called “Haters.” It’s as punk as anything Magazine has done. The new direction does not phase Gautreau as he still presses on with an alternative daze.
On the other end of the spectrum, “poppies” is ambient bliss; a soft spoken frequency of texture to blend in to this album. A nice touch to the added synths that adequately fill in the gaps. Nothing to ostentatious, but it is put on a higher level of attractiveness than their previous efforts.
Every time I listen to this album I fall in love all over again. And yet, I cannot get enough. It does not get more elegant than the Crushed Stars.