From the distant rocky shores of billowing St. John’s Newfoundland comes the delicate yet orotund songcraft of Fog Lake. Fog Lake affirms that St. John’s is more than tourism and cod. Two parts Youth Lagoon, one part Perfume Genius, and a dash of Sad Souls, if you enjoy a single one of these artists, Fog Lake will be your repeat for the next few weeks. Virgo Indigo treats us to gorgeous instrumentals that uncurl like cigarette breaks between a panoply of fragile cavernous pop songs. If you enjoy resonant patient poppy items, you can lay down and let these jams lay soft as a poultice over your wounds.
Dog Day does it again. Without a doubt one of the best Canadian bands of the 21st century. That same deadpan charm and melodic genius permeates. It is a perfect marriage of pop and punk without calling it either. Perfect.
This is so damn good. What do I say… this hits on so many argue job check boxes: low fidelity, croon, deeply felt, melodious but still challenging enough to set itself apart. I have no idea what they could possibly be sorry for. I guess I’m sorry, sorry for not getting this to the readers sooner.
A full length recording from Heartwood Slacks has been a long time coming. I saw these capers play on their home turf, Sydney NS, in an old curling club. All seven or eight of them played completely unplugged. The boundless pensive joy they imparted was unforgettable. This recording is faithful to that intimacy in both its loose production and its unassuming fidelity. It draws one in with a gravity all its own. I strongly recommend all the folkies out there to get their foot in the door early with these fellas, cause they are the types to grow wildly popular late in life, with people digging around in their old recordings, rushing to print re-releases and the like. And if you ever get a chance to take them in live, do not delay. Moreover, if you’re aching for more, Heartwood Slacks are led by John Gill, whose numerous bedroom recordings are available here.
We’ve been enjoying the sounds of the Dartmouth / Halifax dyad Sea Glasses for some time now. Beach Glass is the spiffiest item in their discography thus far. They glide in as smooth as ever with just the right carbonated fizzle to make it bite. Seems like there’s a dash of british invasion in the mix this time around. I hear a little something of The Drums, a little something of Mac Demarco, a big something of Sea Glasses. You can think or dream to this, it’s sunday napping muzik.