The warmth of a momentary and fleeting spring is all too familiar. In New York, I've become accustomed to the notion that I'm never going to experience a lengthy springtime so long as I live here, because something about this concrete jungle soaks in all the neutrality of the beautiful season, and turns it into summer with a blink of an eye.
I'm not complaining. I chose it this way. New York City breathes to the same beat as the seasons that choose to happen, when they do: rapidly and dramatically.
Ed Schrader's Music Beat has that mellow and simultaneously all-too-familiar intensity that New York City bleeds. The pace of the music itself is quick, but the drone of the lead singer's voice forces you to listen and slow down. That's basically how my days are in this city. Quick, because they have to be -- but slowed down because I want them to be.
This Baltimore post-punk duo will be opening a fantastic show at Webster Hall next week for Future Islands. It's sure to be a beautiful and intense experience. The two bands are pretty different, but I'd say that the one consistency between them is the muted vocals. I don't mean literally muted, rather, contained in a particular way. Like you know that when you listen to both lead singers, their voices are capable of blowing rooftops off with a good scream. But they don't necessarily.
This combative nature is what I'm sure will make for a fantastic show.