You're never gonna wanna dance again.
Sorry I'm so late today. Been feeling like crap this week, and it's finally caught up to me in a big way. Damn you CMJ!
But enough about my health. You want music.
The Silent League - Linus - I was lucky enough to catch the Silent League last Saturday Night, playing a showcase put on by Better Propaganda, Flameshovel Recors, & File-13 Records. Were it not for the Morning 40 Federations riotous basement show, it would have probably been the hilight of my week. Some background: The Silent League is the new project of Mercury Rev keyboardist Justin Russo. Originally a front for his solo work, The Silent League eveentually grew to the pop orchestra it is today, including horns, multiple keyboards and percussionists, the usual guitar and bass suspects, and work from the likes of Interpols Sam Fogarino on drums. The music is deeply personal, densely layered, classic pop. Pianos, guitars, and marracas shuffle through "Linus" like a dance number thats decided to take the night off, lazing about, swirling and swooning, letting the atmospheric flourishes and lyricism dominate. When the song slowly escalates as a number of members of the orchestra take their turns in front, from the pianos, to Russo's acoustic guitar to an instrumental break dominated primarily by handclaps. Just beautiful stuff.
The Silent League - The Catbird Seat - This though, is the song that brought the house down. Like some bizarre otherworldly vision of glam rock, free of the bombast and the theatrics, but with all the tension, all the hugeness of sound, and a singalong finish to die for. I don't know if the blog of the same name takes it from this song, but there are worse places to get it from. But really, if you want to be blown away, get to the bands website and check out the live version of this song, with it's absolutely KILLER sax solo.
[Buy The Orchestra, Sadly, Has Refused from File-13 Records!]