Artist: Foreign Born
Title: Person To Person
Label: Secretly Canadian
Genre: Indie
Bitrate: 221kbit av.
Time: 00:39:30
Size: 66.09 mb
Rip Date: 2009-05-20
Str Date: 2009-06-23
01. Blood Oranges 4:08
02. That Old Sun 3:41
03. Vacationing People 4:46
04. Winter Games 4:32
05. Early Warnings 3:14
06. Can't Keep Time 3:48
07. Lion's Share 3:49
08. It Grew On You 4:40
09. See Us Home 4:07
10. Wait In This Chair 2:45
Release Notes:
A holiday escape to the oceanside is meant to keep the tribulations of
daily life at bay. Yet every joyous moment of vacation is undercut with
a strange melancholy as you do the math on the finite nature of your
getaway. So, you take your sweet, sweet time with that cold drink and
offer a cheers an extra time or two.
The songs of LA's Foreign Born's, Person To Person, are cut through
with this same duality: celebration in spite of trouble on the horizon.
While the songs are propelled by benga-flavored beats, fuzzed-out synth
bass, clucking tropical cowbells- from soaring horn sections to emotive
string arrangements, its frontman Matt Popieluch's emotive, Aschcroft-y
delivery that always keep the songs in check.
One can't help but imagine this was the mood of Foreign Born's
mid-summer retreat to Sunset Lodge Studios, where bass parts were laid
down in the wee hours of morning and the hot tub bubbled late into the
night. The result of the session is an album of dense pop that
justifies the band's place among top songsmithing contemporaries like
Cass McCombs and James Mercer, as well as greats like (dare I say it?)
David Bowie (There, I said it). But the band is able to bypass the
"songwriter" label by delivering a much more collective sound -- you
know, like a BAND. African high-life guitars are countered with New
Wave wash; the sound of a band daring to keep its pallet open to most
any influence -- from U2 to The Feelies. If the Walkmen weren't afraid
to go out in Bermuda shorts and flip-flops, you may have a sound close
to this... like it could be Phil Spector's mid-70's 'lost recordings'
inspired by the depth of second-line drum bands from New Orleans.
It's been said that Foreign Born is an anthem band without "the"
fist-pumping anthem, which may be true. And this is OK, because the
trade-off is for an album far more cerebral and sustaining. The thing
with summer anthems is that they only last a summer, Foreign Born
delivers the soundtrack for the backyard BBQ of the ages.