An album that gathered some late attention last year, San Franciso's Cindy's second, Free Advice reinvents no wheels, pushes out no boats but does draw you in with the warmly familiar.
That indie drone of woozy sensation, so beloved of The Velvet Underground, Modern Lovers, Galaxie 500, Cowboy Junkies, Mazzy Star and David Lynch. Nothing here startles at all and there are lots of others trying to do this, but Cindy's innate grasp for the textures of this particular dialect is highly impressive and quitely persuasive.
Cindy is as good a name for any band attempting to recreate this ambience as you could possibly want. Cindy or Candy, those names so beloved of the likes of the Velvets or the Mary Chain for the perfect imaginary teenage girlfriend to chase down illicit thrills with.
Guessing what's in Cindy's record collection is not much of an ask. Black clad anti-heroes of American Rock and Roll one and all I'd imagine. But this doesn't sound dated or tired when done as well as this. It's a reord with genuine poise and grace.
The songs are great, the mood is chilled, the effortless skill sustained over the course of eleven tracks. Free Advice is a record to put on headphones in the witching hour just before you turn in. With a tumbler of iced Jack or a mug of cocoa as you prefer.
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