To try to call Pure Bathing Culture’s debut album, Moon Tides, anything short of corrosively beautiful would be musically blasphemous. The duo, hailing from New York, manage to elicit deep emotion from dreamy atmospheric synths almost effortlessly. Their style is similar to that of Beach House–except Pure Bathing Culture sonically sail through songs instead of slowly mourn all over them. Their show tomorrow night in Boston won’t just be a performance: it will be a reckoning.
The Fratellis just dropped their new album, We Need Medicine, last month–and it is really, really good. The record serves as a woozy, mordant dressing down of their catchy pop side and their unabashed head dive into straight up rock and roll. But still, the bratty melodies coupled with the dense harmonies and hooks from their debut album, Costello Music, are wholly inescapable despite being released seven years ago. Here’s to hoping they perform it in nearly its entirety.
A refreshing tidbit about Boston is that no matter how transient the city might be, there is always a good band brewing in the foreground. The perfect example of this is Gentlemen Hall. Their story–guys get together, form band, work hard, make history–isn’t one that is commonplace within a town of aspiring musicians. But with tunes that possess mesmerizing production complete with a rising tide of synths, their sound has no problem standing on its own.
Parquet Courts are enjoying being the toast of the town. From rave reviews of their latest effort, Light Up Gold, to their appearance on NPR–it’s clear that their sound strikes a chord with an array of listeners. And with a tour schedule consisting of appearances at Pitchfork Music Festival, Pickathon, and Austin City Limits, we should consider ourselves lucky that they found time for Beantown.
Snowden’s Jordan Jeffares is not only a talented musician but a skilled songwriter; he knows how to draw you in with terse phrases and hallucinatory drama. No One In Control displays a man looking down in apparent contemplation, desperate to make sense of his thoughts. The result: a record that is as finely cadenced as the mind behind it.