I know nothing about Woods. Echo Lake says nothing to me, apart from the delay bouncing from channel to channel in my headphones. (1) But whoever they are, as Pick Up hits its midpoint, I do know they pluck chords, sing harmonies and play a kind of folk/pop music that holds a love/hate relationship in my mind. Tonight, it's love. Picture this: the catchy chorus, vocals and sounds of your favourite 60s psychedelic band, coupled with experimental sounds only found in an array of instruments and pedals, all of this recorded underwater. I swear, these guys were on the Magical Mystery Tour. From the Horn, a full instrumental that leads into the middle of the album, is followed by Death Rattles, a lo-fi, guitar riffing track that stands as my favourite. The next five tracks share ten minutes between them, a neatly broken up ode to the end of rock n' roll. Another victory for country... Til the Sun Rips, of course.
I'm sold on saving these Woods. As I head towards 2011, they are still near the top of the '10 heap.
Best enjoyed lost in a forest, or while writing a music review.
(1) Brooklyn, of course. Woodsist Records, 2010
MP3: Woods - Suffering Season
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