I’ve half a mind to send the Radar Bros album to David Lynch. Listening to it is like taking a long, serene camping trip with an extended family of medievalist psychopaths, which I – I might be crazy but – I think he would enjoy. As the AMG reviewer notes, “never has anything so lovely been so frightening.”
Out on the lake there are children
Drowning with you
This line is what got me hooked, seeing them live when they came on after Destroyer at the Merge showcase in NYC last November. It’s from Rock of the Lake, probably the best song on the album and one that conjured up Lady of the Lake / Sword in the Stone imagery in my impressionable head, imagery that merged with this moment from the Viola thang at the Guggenheim, a merger that haunted me unassumingly.
Then you’ll awake in a room
The light from the pictures you burn will reflect in your shoes
That’s the part I imagine Lynch would like. We don’t know who this rock is, let alone what pictures he burns. Forget that, even; any implication that one is waking in a different place than where one laid one’s head, maybe that’s the essence of it. Slide that in there with their expert, simple countermelodies, the sweet singsong stareaway n’ smile voice of Jim Putnam, the acoustic strum, and sure, the – big Dr. Evil quotey fingers – “slowcore” “sadcore” Floydian deliciousness, and it Lynches me right up, old-skool.