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Wives of Farmers
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Description: | CD on Lono Records |
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| Format: | CD | |
| Genre(s): | Indie Rock | |
| Label: | Lono | |
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£8.19
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| Availability: | In stock. Dispatched in 1 working day. |
...according to our Brian on 05 August 2010.
I often hide down in the stockroom trying to make sense of the towering shelves bulging with audio goodness & erm... plenty of utter gash. What I don't like about being down there is A) I could still hear the dreadful new Of Montreal album shitting in my ears yesterday through the mezzanine B) I couldn't hear this Wives of Farmers CD WELL enough so I had to sprint upstairs to enquire its identity cos it really touched something inside of me. These guys kick out a wicked laid-back old-skool indie rock with lots of dinky shapes & maths-y touches, coming in somewhere between Lazarus Clamp, Seachange, mid-period Clean & Life Without Buildings (without the mad lass chuntering on). This full length recording chugs along in quite a homely & DIY fashion (but not fashionably Lo-Fi thank god!) which totally adds to its effortless charm! A 5 piece, they hail from Kernow near Truro in Cornwall & I'm assuming they've named themselves after the Grandaddy song of the same name (I can hear the influence of Lytle & co in there somewhere too) Good stuff indeed!
Lono Records is a bespoke, eco, micro-cottage industry, spiritually
based in Falmouth, Cornwall. They started putting on concerts to
publicise their perma-cultured existence and enjoyed these so much
that they plum forgot about releasing records except on rare,
undignified occasions. Until now Shamans and Shamanesses of word and
thought!
Wives of Farmers are a five-piece band, comprising of 5 songwriters.
These 10 songs were cut to the digital ether in a single ten hour live
session on a bitter January Saturday at Troubador Studios, Falmouth.
These boys like the country, and the country likes them, but they’ve
made frequent pilgrimages to the merchant towns “up North” in search
of a Silver Jew, a Bonnie ‘Prince’, or heaven forbid, a Pavement to
Fall feet upon or a Factory Sound to tap their souls to. Some of those
memories are hinted at here, but never enough to merit a “new Bon
Iver” tag. No Goldilockses in the cabin my ‘ansom! And no porridge
neither.
We think that Wives of Farmers have heart, guts, balls and belly
laughs. Outside the pantry lies a brutally poignant poetic side that
we couldn’t hope to express while our tongue remains so firmly in
cheek. They get real, they get us real, so we got real & gave record
making a try again.
Do get in touch if you mate’s mate puts on shows in
Hampton-upon-Suburbia, they’re just about as fired up as can be, and
raring to fall out in a small vehicle on the way past Dartmoor.
They’ve supported Israeli punk rockers Monotonix, Bristol’s tropical
thrashers Zun Zun Egui, New York’s anti-folkers Dufus and the wild
American Kosmiche collective Sunburned Hand of the Man. Interviews,
reviews and all that malarkey would be much appreciated.
