The Loom - Teeth

B: Hi, everybody! 

[Chorus of non-distinct mumbles] 

B: why you guys acting like your cat has diabetes (true story, that one)? 

S: i think i speak for everyone when i say Skinny Puppy did indeed give us nightmares. 

A for everybody: harumph! 

B: really? Did me up a treat, i'm loving the fact that we go from Bites to Teeth through absolutely no thought or pre-planning of my own. 

C: i think i also speak for everyone when i say you absolutely must be lying. There is no possible way you managed to pick this album without recognizing the coincidence. 

B: honest as the day is brighter than the night. I figured even mild Skinny Puppy would leave a lasting impression and i thought we'd do another not so hard edged one before the shrapnel hits the fan. This one has Horns and Banjos, how horrible could it be? 

I honestly don't know, i've already forgotten what anything i previewed by The Loom sounded like. Certainly wasn't bad enough to stop me from acquiring it, so there's every possibility you'll enjoy it. Yay! It even has a lyric sheet so i don't have to concentrate too hard. Saturday night might be alright for fighting, but Fridays i just wanna not be challenged. 

A bird flying in the dark is still a bird flying. No cognitive dissonance there that i can discern. Is Underground Hipster Folk a genre? Well it is now. 

S: what the hell are we listening to, Bottle? 

B: i have no earthly idea, Sandra, but it's amazing. 

E: is Folk allowed to have Trumpet and Electric Guitar? 

B: you're asking me? Sure, the electric guitar seems weird considering they sound like they look like you can't tell if they're Amish or Hasidic, but it certainly doesn't sound wrong. It sounds amazing. It sounds like they just walked out of a forest in New Hampshire and started trying to educate the cows in the pasture about the fine art of Irish Balladry. 

S: it does have a kind of Mumford & Sons/Lumineers vibe to it. 

B: but a good version of that. No offense to the Mumfettes out there, but they were trendy British hacks. You're totally allowed to like 'em, but they taste like microwaved spaghetti to my ears. This though, this is like rock candy dipped in honeysuckle marmalade and sprinkled with barley flakes. It's like old leather and burlap, but fluffy. It very much reminds me of Brown Bird. Not that the songwriting or music is much like Dave and Morgan, but it has a really similar almost pre-industrial revolution aura to it. How you accomplish that with amplifier feedback and overdrive/phaser pedals must be trade secret type stuff, but we're listening to them do it. I'm awake, i know the difference, this shouldn't work at all, but my head will not stop bobbing of its own volition and the slow tracks are just beautiful. My brain just keeps asking "shouldn't this shockingly reveal themselves to be murder ballads?" Yeah, that's it, it sounds like "i see dead people music, but that's not what it is at all. 

Alright, we have to properly look up The Loom. "The Loom is a Brooklyn-based Indie Rock Band." Are you sure that's your final answer? Ok, The New Yorker did a piece calling them "chamber-folk" so at least i know we're talking about the same band. I might seriously have to go find a copy of their second album Here in the Deadlights. That's a heavily overused pun title, but a good one. 

I know i do this every night thing in the spirit of broadening everyone's musical horizons, but i seldom demand you stop what you're doing and listen to it with me. This is one of those occasions. Sitting there reading my review of this album is way less important than actually listening to it. My imaginary friends are making the "zip your lip and play it again" gesture, and yours would too if you were blathering on like i am. The Loom, Teeth, go get bit pronto. Bites are indeed infectious.