Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Leggy - Cavity Castle (2014)

So I think browsing around perhaps the most calming activity I undertake. Specifically I do think at my job in a massive bookstore. I have been there long enough that I know where most every little item among the hundreds of thousands are found or at least likely to be, and the sort of thing we're likely to even have. Yet most days I lose about twenty minutes looking over the same side of the 3rd floor hoping the books I know aren't there may just be there this time. Every now and then, like when I look down and see the clock is at 11:11 and it strikes me an oddity, there is the book I've been seeking. Yet why haven't I just gone to another floor? Or to the other side of the 3rd floor where other topics reside within reach? Because this is the subject I know most, or so I tell myself, and it is comforting to know I got it early and for forever now.

Very much in the same way I like to imagine I have learned a thing or two about music, at least the genres I commonly listen to. This is to say, I know what I like and can say why I like it without getting myself confused too much. To this end I constructed a weird situation wherein I get this music funneled right to me in the form of submissions. Of course there is the stray album outside that comfort zone, and those are special because of their uniqueness. However, many fall together and I enjoy most everything we're sent a great deal.

Well, sometimes I get an itch, and I believe I don't want to read the same sort of literature I've become accustom to. Maybe I'll find something new and unknown to me, maybe I'll get why the fuck people like mysteries or books on model trains. With this same embolden attitude I wander the aisles of the internet, browsing bandcamp pages and soundcloud links feeling very proud that I seem to understand what these links mean, in an abstract sense, and select an album that looks enticing. Then it ends up being a genre that's frequently been submitted and I find that I've ended up on the same side of the 3rd floor again. So here we go, a lovely garage pop band of Cincinnati, Ohio. How predictable of me to find this irresistible...

My self-criticism aside, this band is pretty fucking sweet. They're quick and jaunty in delivery, with short, loud tracks. The singer does a fantastic job at making the vocals into the absolute highlight of the songs, even the lyrics are quite fine. They've got a good touch of the familiarity for fans of riot grrrl, late 90s garage rock and showy rock and roll, but never stress these to a point of annoyance. Instead Leggy serves to show how reinterpretation is at the core of artistic expression. Finally, I've been burning the candle at both ends with all the projects I've taken on, and I know I am due for a good old crash soon, but if I had to pick a soundtrack for this burn out, and I think it is fair to assume I do have to, Leggy has a place on it.

Get it here:
Leggy - Cavity Castle (2014)

3 comments:

  1. Great intro dude. Wasn't even expecting a music post from this but I'm glad it was just as much as I enjoyed your comparison to your job. Checking out the band, looks good

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  2. Super into this, thanks for the post. Bought it

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