16th
flashlights
pouring their soul into their particular brand of lo-fi, this band haunts the houses of brevard county, florida, with their specter like sounds. there’s a legitimate honesty and sincerity that pervades the music, beyond what’s offered by the (intentionally)undeveloped sound quality. it’s something like if casper the friendly ghost grew the fuck up and met the world.
terrence’s unusual vocals are the ghosts of past experiences. it’s a blatant catharsis of inner demons. they’re that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. sadness, turned anger, turned numbness. anger, turned sadness, turned numbness. perhaps any combination of the three, or only one of the aformentioned. there’s a realism that anyone with an experience of human relationships and interaction can respect and associate with.
there’s an overall sense of simplicity(maybe even an intentional sloppiness) present throughout their discography which also exudes an appeal to honesty that’s hard to ignore. it’s an association with your inner humanity. catchy guitar riffs, sometimes slow, sometimes frantic, coupled with fun percussion, and a variety of instrumental exploration and experimentation(in the form of a chord organ amongst other friends) helps to create a wall of sound that i’m having difficulty finding the words to describe. it’s a blur of low fidelity that leaves the vocals to stand alone. like a brave boy, checking his own closet for monsters before he goes to bed, and turning off his night light for the first time, despite full knowledge of the existence of creatures in that darkness beyond his vision from his bed.
this band catches you off guard with an intimacy and strange familiarity that fucking hits home. quite simply, it’s haunting.
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- adam kroboth
