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Nap Eyes are a remarkably consistent band. Their 2015 debut, Whine of the Mystic, contains nine tracks of breezy, itinerant indie rock that only occasionally rambles on too long. The follow-up, 2016’s Thought Rock Fish Scale, does more or less the same thing. So the question for these Canadian crypto-jammers is: mix it up on LP3 or nah? I’m Bad Now is another reliable work of songs from Nap Eyes, with stronger melodies and more consistency across the board.

Nap Eyes are a remarkably consistent band. Their 2015 debut, Whine of the Mystic, contains nine tracks of breezy, itinerant indie rock that only occasionally rambles on too long. The follow-up, 2016’s Thought Rock Fish Scale, does more or less the same thing. So the question for these Canadian crypto-jammers is: mix it up on LP3 or nah? I’m Bad Now is another reliable slab from Nap Eyes, with stronger melodies and more consistency across the board.

Band Members
Nigel Chapman, Seamus Dalton, Josh Salter, Brad “Bronson” Loughead,

Nap Eyes ‘I’m Bad Now’, out March 9th, 2018 on Paradise of Bachelors / You’ve Changed / Jagjaguwar’

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On her fourth (and tellingly self-titled) album as The Weather Station, Tamara Lindeman reinvents, and more deeply roots, her extraordinary, acclaimed songcraft, framing her precisely detailed, exquisitely wrought prose-poem narratives in bolder and more cinematic musical settings. The result is her most sonically direct and emotionally candid statement to date, a work of profound urgency and artistic generosity. “Timeless… Measured, perceptive storytelling. A singer with an unmistakable & communicative voice, able to convey hope & hurt with equal clarity.” – Pitchfork

“She writes literate songs with unusual precision & sings them in an understated, open-hearted way that lends good poetry the directness of conversation.” – Uncut

“Bob Dylan aside, the singer-songwriter I’ve listened to most over the past year, & to whom I expect to be paying attention for many more to come, is Tamara Lindeman, who, under the name the Weather Station, performs songs notable for a conversational fluency, a diarist’s powers of observation, & a quiet refusal of emotional simplicities.” – Richard Williams, The Guardian

The Weather Station’s S/T album is out October 6th, 2017 on Paradise of Bachelors (worldwide), Outside Music (Canada), & Spunk Records (AU/NZ).

The Olympia punks in Gun Outfit have stretched out and let their hair down, the band’s vibe has followed suit, getting looser with each record. Recorded just before the duo’s move to L.A.,Dream All Over is a dusty piece of good-time rock ‘n’ roll that just wants to hit the open road. That’s what appears to be the abstract narrative behind the video for “Legends Of My Own.”

While Dylan Sharp normally shares vocal and guitar duties with Carrie Keith, Keith takes the vocal lead here on a melody that recalls Kim Wilde’s “Kids In America.” As a figure in a black hat gets busted on a deal, she sings, “I looked familiar in a foreign land / I couldn’t speak, but I could understand / From another life I rode / Into a desert of my own,” like a drifter out to make the best of a bad situation.

Carrie Keith shot the L.A. scene on a “Super 8 under the influence of the black sun,” but from there, the story gets a little muddy:

Dececco came down with some silent concepts, and I had managed to acquire expired 16, so we shot with Mike Stoltz, and Nastassia plays the French shadow. I know Agnes Varda had been around, and she’s often on my mind anyway. Late fall I was in Washington and went for a ride out to the coast with David Harris and Alex in her Cadillac, where we shot the color Super 8; some details I took from Melville, like the hat and overcoat against a cold background. The Camaro came back from Wyoming — my brother had souped it up — and my dad was running it around town, so we shot the two cars on a bridge over where the deal goes down.

Dream All Over comes out October. 16th on Paradise Of Bachelors.

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Paradise of Bachelors is a Record Label, Plus Archive located in the North Carolina Piedmont and in the subluminal aether of Chapel Hill, they has spent the past few years building its reputation as one of the finest labels around for traditionally minded North American music. If they’re putting it out, its worth listening. On May 12th, They will release The Weather Station new Album Loyalty“,  The Weather Station is Toronto’s Tamara Lindeman  This her third album titled Loyalty”  recorded in a 19th century mansion outside Paris. Like that studio, or memorable art, the record seems to exist outside time. “I saw recently the works of Mary Pratt, a Newfoundland artist who spent most of her life as a housewife—her husband was a successful painter,” Lindeman said “Her paintings depict domestic scenes—jelly in jars, cod fillets in aluminum foils, a salmon head in a sink, but in such rich, elaborate detail, it’s painful somehow. I guess when I see her paintings, I realize that I’m trying to do the same thing, with my music.

“Shy Women,” a perfect example of her attentiveness to minute, universalizing details. “It started the same as most my songs do—a small, commonplace moment that I couldn’t get out of my head,” There was something about it, so ordinary that it begged to be described, and describing it felt powerful somehow—simply to say that it was important, this common place thing—worth singing about. And as I did, the moment revealed itself as a kind of elevator shaft, going pretty much straight down, through all the ‘shyness’ of myself and many of the women I grew up with, and all the moments when we had kept silence, and how that silence has underpinned so much that is deeply wrong.”

One of the great lines in “Shy Women” is: You were staring out, your eyes real straight, like nothing touches you these days/ It seemed to me that luxury would be to be not so ashamed. She explained a bit: “When I say it would be a ‘luxury to be not so ashamed,’ I mean that completely. Shame is, for most women, a constant companion, and is I think the last greatest gender divide, that will be with us for as long as women feel their experience is not worth speaking of, and blame themselves for the actions and feelings of others.” Below, it adds up to a remarkable song.

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The Weather Station is the project of Toronto’s Tamara Lindeman, a musician I was first heard of when she collaborated with Will Stratton. She compelled me immediately. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one who felt that way considering Lindeman just signed with label Paradise Of Bachelors, the storied,this singer songwriter and folklore-focused and a label that plucked artists like Hiss Golden Messenger, Steve Gunn, from relative obscurity and gave them a national stage.

Now, they’ve invested in the Weather Station, and a few listens of her third full-length record “Loyalty” indicate that their impeccable taste is intact. Recorded just outside Paris at La Frette Studios last winter, Loyalty is imbued with the crisp intimacy of the coldest season, the allure of the city of lights. Tamara Lindeman’s voice floats by in the highest of registers of her voice, never breathy but, instead, misty and amorphous.
On the record she plays guitar, banjo, keys, and vibraphone, but like most artists who take the folk music tack with any success, it’s Lindeman’s songwriting that catches your attention and holds it. She’s clever without any smugness, rendering every day events into existential pictures of uncertainty, poking and prodding at subconscious desires without ever fully exposing them.

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Take album opener “Way It Is, Way It Could Be,” for example. Lilting along the twin lines of quickly picked acoustic guitar and a linear, electric guitar backbone, it’s one of the more upbeat tracks on the record. Ostensibly a journey through winter, the song investigates the ambiguity that lives with us as long as we’re here on earth: “The way it is and the way it could be both are.” In Lindeman’s capable hands, this is neither a blessing or a curse. It’s the mark of a good songwriter to force us to keep two futures in mind at once, never letting on if either of them exist at all.