[MP3] Inspired and the Sleep: “What I Want and What I Need”

Well, Valentine’s Day is creeping up on us, and whether we’re head over heels in love or reeling over a broken relationship, we appreciate the whimsical music that comes with it. Our buddy Max Greenhalgh, aka Inspired and the Sleep, recorded a cutesy twee song for I Love You & Stuff, a Hi54LoFi Records Valentine’s Day… Continue reading [MP3] Inspired and the Sleep: “What I Want and What I Need”

[MP3] Barna Howard: “Promise, I Won’t Laugh”

Barna Howard sounds more like a lost genius from the 60’s than a man about to release his debut album. The first track from Howard’s self-titled album is “Promise, I Won’t Laugh”, a contemplative folk-song sung in the style of early 1960’s folk singers like Dylan and Pete Seeger. Howard cites Neil Young, Bert Jansch… Continue reading [MP3] Barna Howard: “Promise, I Won’t Laugh”

[MP3] Mansions on the Moon: “Rest Of Your Days”

There’s only so many positive things you can say about one man and one band. Ted Wendler and Mansions on the Moon strike again. Count this as another MotM song I’ll be listening to on repeat. So smooth. Mansions on the Moon – “Rest Of Your Days” [MP3] Mansions on the Moon on Knox Road |… Continue reading [MP3] Mansions on the Moon: “Rest Of Your Days”

Bellows

A delicate sound; a warm embrace. Bellows is the project of Oliver Kalb, friend of Knox Road pal eskimeaux (Gabby Smith). The music is similarly subdued, but bursts of sharp sensation penetrate the cozy, experimental folk. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Kalb had a good deal of help on his debut Bellows… Continue reading Bellows

Colossal Gospel

Yes, you may have heard similar sounding folk tunes before. No, the familiarity does not take away from the music. Colossal Gospel, out of Alabama and entirely non-religious, is a duo with striking harmonies and a southern folk flair. Without the ability to afford studio time, the fellas shacked up in the closets (see photo… Continue reading Colossal Gospel

Little Arrow

Slipping blades of grass between her toes. She’s draped across the lawn, twirling the pen from pinkie to thumb, sundress lying gently beside her. She sits up; looks up; puts the pen to paper. The clouds refuse to move today. Time stops for just this once, she writes. Just this once, she hopes. Her mother… Continue reading Little Arrow