Today's a rather special day for me emotionally. Ten years ago I started this writing and musical endeavor and today I'm in double digits, 19,504 posts later. No time, (or only a moment), to pause and smell the coffee. Onward we go. I've come across another good one.
What on earth is a Radiator Hospital. A hospital where radiators convalesce? Search me. In this case they're a band. driven by Michigan born and bred songwriter, Sam Cook-Parrott. They've been around for at least a decade now and now find themselves in Philly mostly. That's all the backgound information you're getting. If you want more, seek out The Internet.
They're as good a band as any to celebrate the tenth anniversary of It Starts With a Birthstone because they've got plenty of what I appreciate about guitar based music, (the loose genre I probably appreciate most). This, as I've testified many, many times on here, kicked into gear when I first bought Murmur in late 1983 and began to fall in love with it and a whole way of listening to music.
Radiator Hospital have plenty of mystery and guile. The same DNA as R.E.M. back then. Give their latest album, Can't Make any Promises a listen, if you don't believe me. It has everything that makes this odd pursuit, so incredibly special. Namely, a group of people who feel they've got something in common, gathering together to make a noise and almost by accident producing a work of art instead.
I loved Can't Make any Promises on first play. At some point in 2023 I'll put it on a list. Really you could ask for nothing more. Its spiritual twins are Teenage Fanclub and Dinosaur Jr. Oh and early R.E.M. You couldn't ask or better adopted kin. I get the impression that Peter Buck would appreciate this too. It brims with ramshackle, melodic joy.
Yeah, this is great, isn't it? Bought it last night from Bandcamp, weirdly. We're always in sync, Bruce!
ReplyDeleteExcellent. I just chanced upon it. Brilliant.
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