Drew Tal, at Point of View Gallery through tomorrow, says: Happy Labor Day weekend. Peace. Love.
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Drew Tal, at Point of View Gallery through tomorrow, says: Happy Labor Day weekend. Peace. Love.
Artist: Basia Bulat: mp3 download Genre(s): Folk Discography: Oh My Darling Year: 2007 Tracks: 12 Canadian singer/songwriter Basia Bulat came on the face of it verboten of nowhere to become ane of the most talked about new artists in both Canada and the United Kingdom with the release of her number one rough album, Oh, My Darling, in 2007. Originally from Toronto, Bulat lives and writes in the quieter community of London, Ontario, where she recorded a self-released EP in 2005. Bulat's rich, expressive voice is the ideal vehicle for her songs, which manage with love and life-time with a combination of unhappiness and curiosity, and her melodies are bolstered by a band that incorporates strings and keyboards along with the traditional drums and guitar. In 2006, producer Howard Bilerman, c. H. Best known for his run with the Arcade Fire, took Bulat and her band into the studio to saucer her first full-length record album; the issue, Oh, My Darling, caught the ear of the honored U.K. label Rough Trade, which signed Bulat and released the disk in the springtime of 2007 ahead she had a trade in Canada or the United States. British reviews for Oh, My Darling were wildly enthusiastic, and a circuit of England and Europe impressed both critics and fans. Canadian main label Hardwood Records (home to famed singer/songwriter Hayden) signed Bulat in the summertime of 2007, with Oh, My Darling scheduled for release in the fall. |
But things started to pick up for �10 AM Automatic,� which had almost a hip-hop beat and an apocalyptic ending, and �Same Old Thing,� during which our friend noted, �It�s getting heavier.� By �Stack Shot Billy,� in which Auerbach mysteriously changed keys, then changed back again � or did we imagine that? � the spell was cast. It helped that there were about 0.9 joints per capita. �What the fuck is that, a helicopter?� someone commented mid-song, apropos of nothing. Things were strange indeed, and wonderful: During �Everywhere I Go,� played as a holy, flaming march, we thought, What�s that sound? A steam shovel, a herd of elk? Meanwhile, Auerbach�s hair, close-pressed to his head at the show�s start, was unfurling.
But things were, in the end, mellow. �Breaks,� a great tune from their no-nonsense first album, The Big Come Up, settled into a funk beat before turning into a leisurely slow jam. The last song of their set, �I Got Mine,� was restrained, and we couldn�t help but think of all the songs we long to hear at a Black Keys show and never do. (Would it have been too heavy-handed for them to have played �Brooklyn Bound�?) When they came on for their encore, Auerbach confided that a cop had approached him next to the stage. �He wanted my autograph,� he said. �The world must be ending.� Dan, we miss when you were running from the law. �Kathleen Reeves