Bad Veins
First albums are a tough row to hoe.  Especially when being new to any scene. The images you project are more the selling point than the actual work itself, the music.  I do not like to box the content presented to me, except when it is an inept piece of crap that begs for the insult of comparisons.  Which is most music, I find, nowadays.  Bad Veins is the really rare exception.

The arrangements presented here are phenomenal.  They sound like a silent movie soundtrack that should be playing along side a yet unreleased  Wim Wenders movie.  Lush and unexpected in their range, simplicity and quiet distant grace.  Like the The Black Keys, they make the most out their sonic duo.  Whereas most groups try and impress you with the sheer volume or shameless violent reverb, Bad Veins take a refreshingly awkward approach.   Their music doesn't  punch you in the face,  as it more like gradually works it's way into your pores and then slowly envelopes you. Like taking mushrooms at a jazz concert.  It radiates sound and feeling from the center until you can feel it in all your extremities.

There is a definite storytelling occurring here.  While most groups today are making singles this is an album.  Events unfold and experiences are conveyed to the audience.  It invades your most private thoughts and memories and then peels them into hot boil bath until perfectly crispy and warm.

I can see a lot of writers that will want to cage the vocals into some sort of Snow Patrol box.  Not me.  Firstly, I hate Snow Patrol and second, it doesn't accurately express the range of what's being expressed.  If I had do compare them, I would say they are more akin to Jonathan Richman. It's honest and and almost timid in the presentation.  Their is a fear and struggle as lead singer Benjamin Davis croons his message as if he is confessing a private sin to his best friend. All while band mate Sebastien Schultz pounds the punishment like throwing exclamation points down from his pulpit of drums.  It's abundantly clear that like any good writer these guys stick to the golden rule: Write about what you know.

The production here is wholly inspired.  It's not overdone and its obvious the band fought hard to deliver their vision without compromise and untainted by industry clowns who 'know what's good for them'.  From the opening track of "Found"  you realize you have stumbled upon a humble greatness that rarely occurs here on the Left Coast.

This is a grand, almost epic album.  One of those that is so surprisingly good that it makes me afraid for them.  The sophmore effort is going to a killer boys.  As everyone who gives this debut a good, strong listen will be expecting bigger things next.  And understandably so.  This album deliver everything that audiophiles like me want to hear.  It can't be easily categorized, it gets better after each listening and is written and delivered like you are peering into a diary.

Do yourself a favor and check them out on iTunes or purchase the disc from Amazon. Or do the really cool thing and buy the vinyl LP from Dangerbird Records.