Daniel Bejar (Destroyer) Je ne connais pas grand-chose de T.D. Reisert . Sa page MySpace (1135 affichages, 0 amis) indique qu'il viendrait d'Alaska, allez savoir. Il a déjà sorti deux singles, un EP et un album chez 80h Records. Tout ça est téléchargeable gratuitement sur le site du label . "Call this Honest" est le dernier morceau de Alahee (2006), et vous n'aurez aucun mal à comprendre ce qui m'a séduite et fait frissonner en écoutant ce morceau. J'ai failli interrompre plusieurs [...]
May 7, 2010, 1:56pm
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T.D. Reisert - "Call This Honest" Water gathers most where the tires used to be, The ghosts of rubber seem to keep it from being absorbed into the pavement, The motion-sensitive lights go off as I approach, it makes me feel invisible, I look at the tall leaves lit from underneath by garage lights, it makes me feel small and old, I pass a giant hole with its perimeter covered in an upright fence, my body makes two shadows, An up-close shadow on the frost of the fence, [...]
I won't toy with the possible reasons, but sleep ain't come easy lately, and tonight it hasn't come at all; so I'm sitting here at *2:30 in the morning, wondering what the hell to do with myself. Gotta be some music of course, maybe a cup of tea? - a few smokes, this post & I'll have another crack at it... I know why I like a drop of wine now, absent hearts n all that. These are what I need - very plainly, although it's likely a bit rousing given the circumstances; starts smoothly & calmly enough, [...]
Shen Wei - Gary [from "Almost Naked"] (2006) The works of both Shen Wei and T.D. Reisert are calmly honest in a way that helps push through discomfort and find human company. Ohio's TD clearly employs the "Will Oldham factor", carving a shadowy niche somewhere between Palace, Songs:Ohia, and Clem Snide. When he cracks his mouth with dry eyes cast down, barely spoken words stumble upstairs for the night from a hairy [...]
Pet Politics - "When I Get Old" Pet Politics reminds me of Agent Simple . Them both being from Gothenburg has almost nothing to do with, though. Or maybe it has more to do with it than I understand. There's just no illusions about the nuts and bolts of life. There's no talk about "true love" or "perfection", it's just "what I like best" and "my friends and my wife". It's just major chords, that's all. It's just a tambourine, another layer of guitars, and a verse about the city. [...]
T.D. Reisert - "For How They Forget" Set in Palm Beach (not the city in Florida, but the beach in the palm of your hand). Wet only with the moisture that gathered when your fist was clenched in silence. The ridges of your skin sink and crest, and the wind is rather incessant. The structure, the landscape, seems to be oddly constructed, glued together last-minute, but the longer you stay, if you stay right til the last minute, you'll feel it all glide into place. [Buy] The Low Lows - "Lane Fire" The same is true here. Like a drunk [...]
Leggo il nome e penso ad un reduce dell'era krauta. Premo play e sento il fratello di Jason Molina . Spiazzato. E incantato. [mp3] T.D. Reisert - Concordat T.D. Reisert non è calvo nè tedesco, dettagli che davo inizialmente per scontati. Viene dall'Ohio. Da Cincinnati, ad essere pignoli. Da queste parti lo si scopre con un ritardo clamoroso, ma ci accompegnerà all'estate, con calma. Quella calma che permea le sue canzoni, a metà strada tra Songs:Ohia e il Neil Young più dilatato. C'è un particolare, [...]
I know nothing of T.D. Reisert, except that he has a record called Alahee, one of the best late-night listens I've heard in some time. Playing solo with electric guitar and occasional harmonica, he creates all kinds of fog-thick, slow-burn psych-blues atmosphere, and his last-man-on-earth wail is what holds things together. It's a unique, genuinely spooky instrument, both otherworldly and
T.D. Reisert - "Concordat" Repeat these things out loud as you listen: "I can't keep up with you, you're going too fast for me." "I don't love my wife, I want to be with you." "Stop wasting my time." "Is it raining in Canada?" "Is she still there?" "I don't speak English, I never spoke English before." This is a frozen summer song for nights with only smoke, trees, and glances. [Buy (only 100 in print)] Vic Thrill + The Saturn Missile - "Hi On Wade" In the future, every child will be born with a special button, located on [...]
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