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Fuck, there's a sense of holiday calm. As Angel Foodcake McFade (aka Fader) said so eloquently, "we know that Christmas ain't the only party in town", but, with Hacks, Trixie, R. Jamz, Placeholder and myself all scattered to different ends of the earth for the next week or so, I, at the very least, am signing off on this end of things until some early morning when I've time to post up the oft-discussed, little-seen Best Of 2006 list (hint: SEXYBACK).
For MY holiday present to you, I wanted to put up something from a band I've found really, really close to my heart for a couple of years now, but, for some reason, never manage to actually really sit down and tacks-and-bolts WRITE about.
Namely, Lismore.
From Jersey City, and purveyors of a sort of ethereal, wispy, droney, gorgeous Electronic sound with occasional ventures into a 4AD-esque slowcore Rock sound (and that's just on one song...), Lismore's debut album, We Could Connect Or We Could Not, is simply amazing, predated the return to lush etherealonica as an art, and was one of my favorite records of 2004.
(and it has the best cover art I've seen on any album ever)
(Also, little known fact: they were set to play the Resonator Mag launch party this past May. However-nuts, bolts, and an Atlanta scene too set on obnoxious nights with Meat Rock to fulfill a PrettyDrone booking kinda kiboshed that idea.)
They've just released an EP, It Takes Guts To Deceive So Eloquently, that accompanied me on the plane ride into La Guardia, and I found myself with my eyes closed, in a trance, following the immaculate production the home-made cardboard-sleeved 5 track disc was given.
I was, if you will, blissed and gone.
Lismore: 1979
What you won't find on the EP, the debut album, or anywhere, really, other than Lismore's highly functional AND attractive site, is this cover of Smashing Pumpkins' seminal tongue-in-cheek ode to teen years. Lismore bring out the sheer elegiac nature of the words, and re-invent the music on their own terms.
I really do just fucking love this band. The Guts EP is definitely some of my top music of the year, and I look forward to another full-length from them this year. This is music to wrap around you with a warm chai and experience, and there's not enough audible sound that feels this full, this lovely, this real.
Hell, I love them so much I don't even want to try and describe the feeling. At least, not right now.
You will hear more from us on Lismore in 2007. And you'll hear more from us, as well. When that list goes live, you'll know.
Until then? Close your eyes, and, as always, enjoy the noise. It's beautiful.
Lismore's Official Site/Store
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For MY holiday present to you, I wanted to put up something from a band I've found really, really close to my heart for a couple of years now, but, for some reason, never manage to actually really sit down and tacks-and-bolts WRITE about.
Namely, Lismore.
From Jersey City, and purveyors of a sort of ethereal, wispy, droney, gorgeous Electronic sound with occasional ventures into a 4AD-esque slowcore Rock sound (and that's just on one song...), Lismore's debut album, We Could Connect Or We Could Not, is simply amazing, predated the return to lush etherealonica as an art, and was one of my favorite records of 2004.
(and it has the best cover art I've seen on any album ever)
(Also, little known fact: they were set to play the Resonator Mag launch party this past May. However-nuts, bolts, and an Atlanta scene too set on obnoxious nights with Meat Rock to fulfill a PrettyDrone booking kinda kiboshed that idea.)
They've just released an EP, It Takes Guts To Deceive So Eloquently, that accompanied me on the plane ride into La Guardia, and I found myself with my eyes closed, in a trance, following the immaculate production the home-made cardboard-sleeved 5 track disc was given.
I was, if you will, blissed and gone.
Lismore: 1979
What you won't find on the EP, the debut album, or anywhere, really, other than Lismore's highly functional AND attractive site, is this cover of Smashing Pumpkins' seminal tongue-in-cheek ode to teen years. Lismore bring out the sheer elegiac nature of the words, and re-invent the music on their own terms.
I really do just fucking love this band. The Guts EP is definitely some of my top music of the year, and I look forward to another full-length from them this year. This is music to wrap around you with a warm chai and experience, and there's not enough audible sound that feels this full, this lovely, this real.
Hell, I love them so much I don't even want to try and describe the feeling. At least, not right now.
You will hear more from us on Lismore in 2007. And you'll hear more from us, as well. When that list goes live, you'll know.
Until then? Close your eyes, and, as always, enjoy the noise. It's beautiful.
Lismore's Official Site/Store
lismore_music The Lismore LJ CommunityResonator Mag: moving in stereo
be our friend