Tag Archives: obscuravism

Joachim Garraud: A Small Step For Europe-Kind, A Giant Leap For The French

JG.Main.2 The Internet is a many-splendored thing. Ripe with images and assertions both wondrous and life-affirming, it can buoy one’s soul and make the universe seem… possible—even to one whose spirit is coated with a darker-than-black exoskeleton of cynicism decades-that-seem-like-centuries in the making. Oh, sure, the internet had a dark side too, but we won’t discuss this here. Here, with me, is a safe and happy place; and that is why I enjoyed so very much my visit to musician-producer-engineer-showman Joachim Garraud’s website. I say...

Soft Metals: True Romance And A Drum Machine

SoftMetals Romance and the production of music. Is it chocolate and peanut butter… or crazy glue and a toothbrush? Normally I’m just not interested as to whether bandmates are bringing one another roses, doing the nasty or watching Oprah; however, that Patricia Hall and Ian Hicks met at a ’09 audition and have since put together and, on July 19th, released an album, Psychic Driving; this while other couples of similar duration are still debating as to whether or not they’re “ready” to purchase “together” a pair of season passes to...

A Place To Bury Strangers

APlacetoBuryStrangers I saw A Place to Bury Strangers live, and this was recently. We have done many things together since then in exciting places both foreign and domestic. Places like Vail, Colorado and the Sorbonne. But those are not stories I am willing or being paid enough to talk about here as they deal with high-ranking officials of the French government and their lovely daughters. This story is about seeing them play for the first time and how it came to pass in Silver Lake, in the beautiful-but-useless modern citystate of Los Angeles. It is a...

Cut Off Your Hands “Hollow” (Frenchkiss)

Cutoffyourhands_hollow The New Zealanders we all gathered around the campfire and cried while we got violently drunk with in 2008 (or 2009 if you don’t get album advances) via the single “Happy as Can Be?” The question mark there is mine, the song was not of an interrogative, but of declarative caste. I’m asking if you remember. You do? Well, they’re back. They’re back, but with softer edges. As a band who embraced the “post-punk” denomination, one might wonder if this mellowing means that they have been cowed. No. Not the case; however, there will...