There are times when my kool-aid drunkard spills out of the blogoid-saloon and yells his enthusiasm for a work out into vast blur of the Internet skies...whether you wanna hear it or not... Beachwood Sparks (are/were/have-been/prove-again-to-be) one of my favorite bands, but after a concernedly long dormancy -they come back and have made what I think to be a pretty solid record - Tarnished Gold (June 26--SubPop).
Beachwood Sparks open their first album in ten years with “Forget the Song” -a breezy minor-ballad, celestial and smile-inducing, the twanged-drifts and head-swimming warbled tones invite you to dip into rich, rippling waters of psychedelic-tinged neo-Americana. Let the current take you - these guys do it right.
Forget the song? Forget the whole last decade – this Byrdsian-bred cosmic country rock quartet were percolating provocative takes on this particular-bendy-brand of music before besotted blogs started selling you every-other-Blitzen Trappin’ Fleet Fox.
They pick up right where they left off – tone down weirder-space-rock splices and go more burnt-grass back-porch rockin under, albeit, tastefully trippy night skies, such ears for tones, such ears for harmony.
Sparks fly again.