Greymarket is Mike Gargiulo (drums) and L. Cave McCoy (guitar, vocals) and they’re based out of our little home town of Tampa. I’ve never been good at knowing what genres to stuff bands into, so the best way I can describe them is to say that their sound is loud, modern electronic/guitar rock, with a nod to classic rock bands like Led Zeppelin. In other words, this shit is right up my alley.

I’ve seen Greymarket a number of times and just got a copy of the album a month ago. Yes, I am a slacker. I already knew I loved them as a live act, which actually caused me to be a little worried about whether their charisma was going to carry over to recorded media. I don’t think it even took a whole song for me to realize that my worries were entirely unfounded in reality.

Completely unconsciously, I’ve thought of these guys as a “local band” for so long that upon hearing this album it totally hit me that that’s not what they are at all. I realized, instead, that they are in fact a “real band” that just happens to live in my home town. How very lucky for me.

Some Orbits Will Never Decay is polished and smooth and lush and layered. Live, they’re definitely larger than the sum of their two parts, and on the album it’s even better. A couple of the highlights for me are “Hey, Mr. Spaceman”, which was one of the first tracks I found myself singing along to, and “Cascade (Down the Rabbit Hole)”, which I resisted at first because the Alice in Wonderland thing has been done before, but eventually had to succumb to because of its sheer catchiness. “Full of Stars” is probably my favorite track, with its gentle beginning full of acoustic strings and soothing vocals that bridges into big ass layers of electric guitars and crashing percussion, but the NASA samples in the middle are a little garbled and go on a touch too long for me. I can see and appreciate what they were going for with them, though, and it’s one hell of a song and a good way to wrap up a hell of an album.

I can’t think of much I don’t completely love about this album. I’m super proud of these guys and they have potential to get some airtime with a lot of these songs. They just kicked off a tour last weekend (check out the dates here) so check out the songs below and go show some love if they hit your home town.

Greymarket – Full of Stars

Greymarket – Hey, Mr. Spaceman

Greymarket’s Official Site, Greymarket on MySpace, Buy Some Orbits Will Never Decay

I’ve hemmed and hawed about whether to write this up for 9b.  I know this isn’t your usual fare here, but you all surprised me on the Matt and Kim and Ben Folds fronts, so here goes nothing.  I figure what can it hurt, at the worst you just won’t read it, but for those of you who do check out the stuff I post here (thanks, Mom!), I had to take the chance that someone else may love this band like I do.

I’ve seen Muse twice before, both times at smaller venues (House of Blues Orlando and Tabernacle Atlanta), so when I found out that on this tour they were playing stadiums I was kinda bummed.  There’s always that paradox, on the one hand I want to see my favorite bands in tiny little clubs with 100 people that are totally into the show. But on the other hand I want the bands I like to succeed.  So it was with Muse this time around, and I actually didn’t even get tickets until a month or so before the show when I decided to suck it up and go ahead and see them. Shit, it’s not like the Bucs are doing anything in Raymond James Stadium this season.

Finally the day of the concert arrived and after fighting rush hour traffic to wait in line in the midday sun, the general admission herd was released onto the field.  People abandoned the tents they’d been camped out in (some since midnight the night before) and the coolers (long since emptied while languishing in the 90 degree heat) and hauled ass towards “The Claw“, U2’s stage contraption.  Finally it was show time.  The sun had set, the breezes started to blow, and Muse took to the stage.  I’m a chick, so you know I’m no good at math, but the fraction of people there for Muse vs U2 had to have been relatively small.  There were definitely some other Muse die-hards like myself, and a handful of others who at least knew their current single, “Uprising”, but most were there for U2 which made it somewhat easy to get up to the stage.  Muse made the call to start the set with their current single, “Uprising”, which kind of seemed like blowing their wad at first, but it made people around me perk up and realize they actually did know this band, so I guess it was a good idea after all. Going back to the whole being torn thing, while I was sad not to be seeing Muse in a little club, I knew that their brand of live show was going to do better than most other opening bands’ would in a gifuckinmongous stadium.  They were big and loud and brilliant and I couldn’t believe I almost didn’t go.  From the throbbing beat of “Hysteria” to the subtly R&B-tinged sexiness of “Undisclosed Desires”, they had my attention the whole time and I totally forgot how many other people were behind me watching.  When they ended the mere 9 song set with one of my favorite songs of theirs, “Time is Running Out”, I couldn’t have been happier.  Sure, I would have loved to hear “Knights of Cydonia” and “United States of Eurasia”, but maybe next time.  They’re supposed to come back and do a headlining tour of the US next Spring and I’ve already warned the boyfriend that I’m dragging him to 2 or 3 of the closest shows, whatever funds and work schedules will allow.

Now I don’t know how long it was until U2 took the stage, as I was still in afterglow, but when they did it was to a gigantic roar from the crowd as Bono popped out of his hyperbaric carbon neutral windmill powered pod and went right into “Breathe”.  Then he sang another song from an album I didn’t really care for.  Then The Edge walked around the outer circle thingy.  Then they played one from an album that was ok.  Then Bono walked across a moving bridge thingy.  Then they played “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” and briefly went into a cover of “Stand By Me”.  Now you’re talking.  Then another song from the new album. Meh.  I’m pretty sure I lost my hard-on completely when Bono quipped something about how we should love the stage contraption since we paid for it.  In all fairness, though, the vast majority of people were really into the show, and I think that if I hadn’t just seen one of my favorite bands kill it I could have been more into it.  But I wasn’t, so we headed out for a location where we could get 3 vodka drinks for the price of one horrible stadium beer.

If you haven’t heard Muse, check them out in all their 70’s rock-influenced goodness.  You can also see some pictures from the show here but I didn’t have the good camera, so hopefully they’ll be better from the next show!

Muse- Time is Running Out
Muse- Uprising

I have been a huge Elbow fan for years but had never been able to get to one of their shows, so when I saw that they would be opening for Coldplay I thought 2 things: hooray for finally getting to see this band that I love, and boo for having to see them as an opener for Coldplay.  Then they announced that they were going to do a small handful of headlining shows in the US, the closest one to me being in Atlanta, and I was ecstatic.  I bought my $20 tickets, booked a hotel room and started counting the days until the show.

Suddenly 4 months had passed and we were driving past the venue looking for a parking space, eyeballing at the line of people leading from the doors of the Center Stage theater as it stretched down the street to the corner and starting to make a right angle down the block.  We were there 30 minutes before doors and there had to already be 50+ people there ahead of us, so I resigned myself right there to the fact that I was never going to get anywhere near the stage.  When the doors finally opened and we got inside the venue, I was amazed that there was hardly anyone down on the floor in front of the stage, instead people had gone the seats.  Their laziness was my gain and I took my place up at the front.  Killing time (and vodka) before the show, I chatted with the people around me.  Turns out I was not only not the only one to have traveled to the show, I had not even remotely traveled the farthest as I ended up striking up a conversation with someone from Portland who had seen them all over the country.  “See?” I told my boyfriend, “I’m not crazy.”  He simply countered that I was just not the craziEST.  Fair enough.

Right on time Guy Garvey, Elbow’s frontman, came out to introduce their opener, Jesca Hoop.  He joked that she doesn’t have a band because they weren’t going to pay for one then out came an unassuming chick with a guitar.  She reminded me of Regina Spektor with a touch more white chick soul.  Not Janis soul, maybe more like Joni- or Judy-type soul.

Finally it was time for the main act and they opened the show with a bang, or rather a blare.  Five band members with trumpets lined the front of stage and kicked off “Starlings” to a cheering crowd that had finally gotten out of their seats and filled up the floor.  The small stage in this intimate 1100 capacity venue was also full, with the 5 members of Elbow with their guitars, drums, keyboards, horns, etc, plus 2 (rather well-endowed) violinists.  Guy worked the crowd like a carnival barker, joking around and even giving props to a girl who held up a sign taking credit for a thread on their message board that praised keyboardist Craig Potter.  And there were singalongs.  Lots of them.  And I love that shit.  I love being a part of a chorus of thousands (or in this case hundreds), especially when it’s to music from a band I adore.

As we all sang along to the chorus of “On A Day Like This”, I knew that this moment in time is why we drove 7 1/2 hours for 3 1/2 hours of Elbow, and it was soooo well worth it.  Yep, this show was pretty much perfect, I even got a setlist.  Oh yes, I went full teenage fangirl for this show and I’m proud of it.  I’ve already warned the boyfriend that I fully intend to travel as far as needed to see them should they come back across the pond, and they’re so good I’d even consider still seeing them as an opener if they come back when Coldplay reschedules their Tampa show.  Maybe.

We didn’t know Elbow had a relaxed camera policy so we’d left the SLR at the hotel, so forgive the uber graininess but you can see more pix from the show here.

Elbow – On A Day Like This
Elbow – Starlings

Considering I drive from St Pete to Sarasota and back every day for work, there are very few things that will get my happy ass back down there, but finally seeing The Pack AD is definitely one of those things.  I’ve had to listen long enough to Autopsy brag about seeing them at Deep Blues last year, now was my turn to catch their show for myself.

The show was scheduled to start at 8 and we got there around 10, figuring that the two openers would be done and we’d be right on time to see the main act.  However, as we walked up to the venue we saw Becky and Maya (aka, The Pack A.D.) chilling out front and they advised us nobody had played yet, but that they were going on second instead of third now.  Eh, fair enough, more drinking time.  We caught a little of the opener, Mumpsy, a 4-piece who reminded me of Dr. Dog with maybe a dash of TMBG, headed to the back with our drinks for a bit, and then it was time for The Pack to take the stage.

Hot damn, these women fucking rock, plain and simple.  On stage Maya seems to be the ambassador, joking around between songs and interacting with the audience.  When she’s working those drums, though, she’s lost in the songs.  Meanwhile, Becky plays the ever living hell out of her guitar while channeling Janis Joplin with that great, big gravelly voice.  When they first took the stage I seriously thought to myself, how the hell is the voice I’ve heard on their CD’s going to come out of her?  Well it did.  All of it.  Wow.  When Maya announced that they were playing their last song for the evening I didn’t want to believe it was almost over, but that was it.  Rock and roll, cut and dry, with no pretense and apparently no encore.  If you’re lucky enough to have their tour coming your way as they head back North towards Canada, you definitely need to catch this show.

Check out The Pack AD’s website for the rest of their tour dates here
See the rest of the pix from the show here

The Pack A.D. – All Day Long
The Pack A.D. – Making Gestures
The Pack A.D. – Wolves & Werewolves

It’s been a little bit since something has come out that moved me so much I interrupted the usual workings of 9b to share it, but in the last month or so there has been a plethora of great new music and the album that has probably stood out the most for me is this offering from Buffalo native David Stith.  According to his label, Asthmatic Kitty Records, his father is a college wind ensemble director and former church choir director, his grandfather is professor emeritus in the music department at Cornell University, and his mother and sisters play piano and sing opera.  No real surprise then that he eventually seemed to have had enough of the whole music thing and went more towards the visual arts.  Good thing that he ran into Shara Worden of My Brightest Diamond and helped produce her first album, which seemed to bring him back to writing his own music.

Stith has garnered comparisons to Jeff Buckley, an analogy which I can definitely hear as his aching alto-verging-on-falsetto voice guides the songs.  And for all the years that he took a break from the music he was raised on, there is no doubting the influence that his classically trained upbringing had on Heavy Ghost.  The songs on the album are gorgeous, haunting and transcendent, blending into each other seamlessly like the movements of a symphony.

If you are a fan of Buckley, Sufjan Stevens or Antony Hegarty, you should listen to this.  If you like lush layers of acoustic instruments, you should listen to this.  And if you want to hear something that is ultimately greater than the sum of its comparisons, you should listen to this.

DM Stith- Fire of Birds
DM Stith- Braid of Voices

DM Stith’s Official Site , DM Stith on myspace , Buy Heavy Ghost

In the interest of full disclosure, I am an utter and complete Ben Folds fangirl, so this is not objective reporting.  I love pretty much everything he’s done, both solo and with The Ben Folds Five.  I was so excited for this show I could hardly stand having to go to work on Friday instead of getting in line outside the venue so I could be at the front of the crowd for the general admission show.

Well, we all know what happens with the best laid plans of mice and fangirls…we not only didn’t get there early, we completely missed the opening band.  I usually try to catch the openers for my faves since I like hearing the music that they believe works well with their own sound, so I was pretty bummed.  Then I became even more bummed as I heard over and over from people I spoke to that Jukebox’s set was awesome.  And then I checked out their myspace page and it became clear that I missed something good.  Hopefully they come back around on their own so I can redeem myself by catching them next time.  I’m definitely planning to at least get a hold of their cd, Let Live and Let Ghosts, so I can hear more.

By the time we got in and worked our way down to the floor, the crowd was 10 people thick from the stage before you hit the passive aggressive layer.  You know, the ‘accidental’ elbow and the ‘omg, so sorry’ beer spill, when you’re just trying to move into an open area in the crowd?  I try hard to avoid that layer because I don’t have much passive in me and I was in way too good a mood to fight, so we chilled on the perimeter and waited patiently.  Ben hit the stage at 9, a half an hour early according to LiveNations’s site, and after a brief howdy to the crowd he sat at the piano and got to work.  While I was expecting him to focus mainly on Way to Normal, I was ecstatic that he went all over his back catalogue during the two hour concert, even playing stuff from The Five.  He even played a couple “fake” tracks from the self-leaked fake version of the current album.

The absolute hands-down pinnacle of my night was getting to be a part of “Not The Same”.  I’ve heard so many live versions of this song, and finally I was one of the people being led by Ben in 3-part harmony.  I love the vibe of being at a concert where everyone knows the words and is so into the moment.  Well, by this time we had moved up to the balcony and from my perch I could hear the whole room swell with sound as we started, stopped and started again, with Ben conducting the crowd from the front of the stage.  He wrapped up the night with “Army”, which also has parts for crowd participation, and thank goodness he saved it for the last song because I was about to pass out from dehydration from all the singing and dancing…and also from being too enraptured to go back to the bar (yes, he’s THAT good).  Oh, and while we didn’t get a personalized version of “Rock This Bitch”, we did get an impromptu song about his day in Tampa, including going “to a diner that wasn’t a diner named something-Mouth” and then going to have sushi, even though he didn’t like sushi so he just had a California roll.  Awesomness.

This is the first show I’ve seen at the newly renovated Ritz theater (formerly The Masquerade, which was formerly The Ritz) and I was totally impressed.  The main room is definitely better suited for concerts IMO, with a larger main floor and a nice bar set into the wall on the right (where the lovely Brittany took great care of us), while the two side rooms offer a nice place for bands to set up merch and for smokers to go have a quick cig break, since apparently the main room is smoke free.  I’m already looking forward to seeing my next show there, whatever it may be.

Check out Jukebox the Ghost on myspace.  You can also hear what I’m talking about with “Not The Same”, on an only slightly grander scale, below.

Ben Folds Live With The Western Australia Symphony Orchestra- Not the Same

See more pix from the show here.

Lots of regular 9b readers probably haven’t heard Matt and Kim, and many who have probably don’t like them at all.  It’s not our normal fare, it’s sweet indie electro with ridiculous amounts of bounce.  Still, I have to imagine there are at least a couple others out there who enjoy a good guilty pleasure every once in a while, and that’s what Matt and Kim are for me.  Grand is one of those albums that makes me want to dance in my car while driving, so I was hoping they could recreate this energy live.

The openers were each well matched with Matt and Kim’s sound.  First up was the Sarasota boy/girl duo  Tyger Beat.  Both wearing sequined shirts, which appears to be their normal stage garb from what I’ve seen on their myspace page, they put on a pretty impressive show.  While Nick played guitar and screamed into the mic, Erica beat the living shit out of the drum set.  Afterwards I was talking to a friend about how surprisingly good they were and he said that they sounded like if The Vaselines and Minor Threat had a baby.  I can’t do any better than that to describe their sound, so I’m not even gonna try.

Next up was Tampa band Select Start, who were like an electro version of New Kids on the Block for the current high school set.  I hadn’t heard them before but holy crap did the teenage girls go insane when they hit the stage.

This was an all-ages show and the place was fuuull of kids, and when the house lights finally went down, the stage lights started blinking and Matt and Kim took the stage, they all went batshit crazy.  I mean, crowd surfing and mini-moshing batshit crazy.  A song or two in, Matt apologized to the crowd for his having to stay seated for the show due to a back injury (which has since caused the suspension of the tour ).  The crowd didn’t seem to mind at all and his keyboard playing wasn’t any less excited or his singing any less sincere.  Kim, however, did not remain seated.  Not to be tethered by her drum kit, she took every chance she could to get up and stand on her stool/drums and wave her drumsticks in the air.  When she was seated, she banged the drums with a fervor that would give Animal a run for his money, all while charming the hell out of the crowd with her non-stop smile.

The setlist was heavy with songs from Grand, but there were still a couple songs in there from their eponymous first release and most of the crowd knew every word.  This was one of the most fun shows I’d been to in a while, I think the higher ratio of young’uns increased the energy of the room and Matt commented numerous times on how great the crowd was.  Sure, bands say that to every crowd at every show, but this is one of those times when it was well deserved.  And when they finally wrapped up the set, with Kim heading down into the crowd for a “dance party” and Matt being helped off the stage and into the back to lie down, nobody seemed to mind that they were only on stage for 40 minutes or so.

I’m very glad that we were lucky enough that Matt toughed it out as long as he did, and I hope he gets better soon so they can get back to work whipping indie kids into a frenzy.

You can check out more pix from the show here

As I speed-walked down 7th Ave I was a little stressed out.  My boyfriend and I had gotten distracted by the Skatepark show…and the vodka…at Czar and I thought for sure we had missed the opening bands, and possibly part of Dr. Dog.  I had seen them before, at Lollapalooza last year, and even on a little stage set way back from the crowd in the middle of an August afternoon they were amazing. Needless to say, I was stoked to find out that that were going to be in town at the Crowbar, a cool, unpretentious little local venue that they seem to have a liking for, having played there twice before.  Having been late to get on the Dog-wagon, I missed them the first couple times they came through Tampa so I was not going to miss them this time, damnit!  As we rounded the corner and headed down 17th I was instantly relieved to see a dog in a lab coat standing outside the club.  Actually it was a dude in a dog costume wearing a lab coat and a stethoscope.  Still, it clearly meant that Dr Dog was not on yet, so after getting some pictures (turns out the dog and his friends in scrubs and stethoscopes were doing some sort of class project), we headed in.

Turns out the first opener hadn’t even gone on yet.  This delay in starting things may have led to a crowd that was more restless than usual.  It also may have led to the first opener, local band Win Win Winter, being a little agitated.  Or both.  Either way the crowd was restless and bustling when this first band took the stage, so it was kind of understandable when lead singer Thomas asked the crowd to act like they were in a library and stop chatting…and equally understandable that not too many of the aforementioned chatters actually did. Still, they plugged along and I thought they were pretty good all things considered. The standout moment for me was a cover of the Beatles’ “Something in the Way She Moves”, which was enhanced even more by the fact that Thomas’ voice kept reminding me of Billy Corgan before he shaved his head.

Next up was Drug Rug from Massachusetts, a five piece that includes a boyfriend/girlfriend team on vocals that I thought were fantastic.  They did just what I want an opening band to do- introduce me to something new that I may like and get the crowd revved up for the main act.  Plus, I am an utter and complete sucker for sugary vocal harmonies and they delivered in spades.  As the wooden planks of the stage bowed and popped under the band bouncing through “For The Rest of Your Life” I decided that I had to remember to check these guys out when I got home.  A couple songs later I found myself singing along to a song I’d never even heard before.  These guys are good!

Finally, not too long after Drug Rug left it, Dr Dog took the stage to plug in their shit, did a quick sound check and then it was down to business.  Fan-fucking-tastic.  The whole damned thing.  They played every song like it was the encore, from “The Ark” through “My Old Ways”…17 songs of Blues Brothers-esque high stepping, unhinged-jaw belting out of lyrics, and sweating through little white towel after little white towel.  Which song was my favorite?  I can’t even tell you, I stopped taking notes about 30 seconds in and just sang along.  I can tell you, however, that I laughed my fucking ass off when the guy in the dog costume got invited up on stage and hung out for a whole song, dancing and jumping in that heavy, hot rental.  Note to Tampa readers…do not rent the costume in the above picture, it will never, ever be the same.  And I will never, ever miss Dr Dog @ The Crowbar again.

If you want to see more pictures from the show, you can check out the album here

Win Win Winter on MySpace

Drug Rug on MySpace

Dr Dog on MySpace

Dr Dog – Army of Ancients
Dr Dog – The Beach

Note from Autopsy IV: I am out this weekend babysitting my new puppy so I’ve lined up a whole slew of guest writers for the week. I hope y’all enjoy them and the music they bring to our attention as much as I am. I’ll be back early next week.

This is undoubtedly one of my favorite albums of the year.  It’s the fourth album from this British band and even if you don’t think you’ve heard them before, you’ve probably at least heard bits of them, as according to their wiki their music has been in commercials for the game Left 4 Dead, the British drama series The Devil’s Whore, the trailer for the Coen Brothers’ film Burn After Reading, a rally driving segment on Top Gear and trails for Rallysport on Dave.  And even though they haven’t gotten a ton of press in the US, they also won the Mercury Prize for The Seldom Seen Kid, which is a pretty big deal…in Britain.

All I know is that regardless of how little fanfare they’ve received this side of the water, this album is fucking brilliant.  It’s hard to say what the standout tracks are since I love them all so much, so here’s some thoughts on a handful of the songs.  “Weather to Fly” has chilled out percussion, entrancing vocals and mellow horns.  I love this song.  A lot.  The aforementioned “Grounds for Divorce” is a pounding, rhythmic song with a chorus that’s got kind of a call and response feel and reminds me of Peter Gabriel a bit, both in the music and also Guy Garvey’s voice.  “The Bones of You” and “Starlings” are just unnecessarily gorgeous, with lyrics that make me want to simultaneously swoon and smack my boyfriend for not saying things like this about me. And I can’t even begin to explain how much I love “On a Day Like This” but every time it plays I become an optimist for 6 minutes and 34 seconds.

The album is full of nigh perfect music, imo, peppered with soothing strings and blasts of brass from the dozen or so additional musicians brought in to play violin, viola, coronet, flugel and other orchestral instruments.  Some of the songs are dreamy and slow, some are trippy and swimmy, some are a little harder and all have these amazing lyrics that just floor me.

Don’t get me wrong, this is not just a chick album, I just happen to have a soft spot for love songs and this has some great ones, real panty removers.  The best I can do to compare them with other music would be that there are flavors of Peter Gabriel, Radiohead (who are apparently huge fans), Verve, Travis and Keane, but they are so much more than the sum of these comparisons.

Check them out for yourself and see why this album is Essential Listening for me.

Elbow- On a Day Like This
Elbow- Grounds For Divorce
Elbow- The Bones of You

And as a bonus, here’s the boys covering Amy Winehouse from an appearance on BBC Radio 1’s Live Lounge

Elbow- Back to Black

Elbow on myspace, buy The Seldom Seen Kid on iTunes

A lot has come between me and this review.  When Autopsy sent me the album to check out a couple months ago I had a chance to give it just a couple listens before my external hard drive (which had most of my digital music on it) took a poop.  While scraping my music back together, I got this album back and put it on my ipod to listen to it some more, but then I got distracted by new music from Snow Patrol, Bloc Party, Shiny Toy Guns, The Dears and The KIllers. Still, even during this flurry of new music from bands I’ve known and loved for years, my ipod kept shuffling in The Beauvilles as if playing the role of my conscience telling me to pay attention to these guys.

Now to be completely honest, another reason I didn’t immediately put something together for this album is that my first listen was not instantly favorable.  The notes I jotted down were that “Broad Side Dead” was 2 minutes too long and that “The Last Hymn of The Glorious” (which for some reason keeps evoking Buckley’s version of “Grace” whenever I hear it) was 2 minutes too short.  The other thing that was kinda bugging me was the level of the vocals in some songs.  I’m a total lyrics junkie, if a song has lyrics I want to know what they are, and on more than a couple of the songs the lyrics got smothered by the guitars.  Plus, I’d read that this album is comprised of songs inspired by events that occurred while touring and I wanted to hear what stories were being told.

Fast forward to the BDH show @ Dave’s Aqua Lounge.  I was on my second drink when the band took the stage and I was instantly impressed with their live sound.  Not only do they have a great vocalist, but the rest of the band it excellent, as well, with well layered guitars and standout drumming.  Then it happened three songs in.  I realized that I was singing along to “Coming Apart” and I started to realize that I kinda sucked for not having written this album up yet.

Since then I’ve been listening to them more regularly instead of just when they get shuffled into my earbuds, and I’m surprised by how much this album has grown on me, even the songs where it sounds like Shawn is just a bit too far away for me to make out.  I’d have to say my faves on the album are “Prom Dress” for the cool percussion and the sexy drunk and dreamy sound, the catchy “Coming Apart” with Shawn’s sincere and emotional singing punctuated by what sounds like the whole band singing/chanting on the chorus, and “The Revival” which I find to be a kinda sexy with its lyrical urgency and heavy, even beat.  Hell, I don’t even know what I was talking about when I noted that “Broad Side Dead” was too long.  It’s not a bad song at all, in fact it’s a great song, like most of the songs on the album…even if I still wish there was more of the gorgeously haunting and breathy “Last Hymn”.

This is a great album by a local band done good that gets better with every listen and you should definitely check these songs out.

The Beauvilles – Coming Apart
The Beauvilles – Prom Dress
The Beauvilles – The Revival

The Beauvilles Official Site, The Beauvilles on myspace, Buy Whispering Sin