People Years' free spinning runaway indie rocker "Commonly Known"

AP Track Review

The track Commonly Known by Birmingham, Alabama's People Years feels lush and organic riding on a strong indie garden rock vibe, chunky electric guitar and pearly Fender Rhodes sounds. The song moves so well, runs fast with free spinning bass and drums that don't take time to breath. The vox with the high register, bouncy melody and cool character at first listen sounds, feels, neither male or female but purely art rockish. People Years is comprised of players from Warm in The Wake, Sea Fix, Heath Green and The Makeshifters, Vulture Whale, Cosmonaut on Vacation, Through The Sparks, Terry Ohms. Play this when you are running up a hill, driving around a bend or just laying on the couch and it is good, oh sooo good.

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Robb Donker





THE FACTS AS WE KNOW THEM - PRESS NOTES:

People Years is a dream of an amalgamated spitball wadded by the nerdy version of you and made from subterranean and atmospheric particles of bands like Luna, Pavement, Pink Floyd, and LCDSoundsystem, loaded into a straw, and launched into the midnight hair of that Robert Smith-worshipping goth girl named Summer, who sat a few rows in front of you in class. The one who despises everything Americana. The one who seems to know something that the others don’t. Summer pinches that spit ball out of her hair like a fly between her thumb and index finger, walks it over in her Doc Martins and ask you in black-lipstick language if you lost something. You stammer. She feigns anger, then brightens. She smiles, and maintains eye contact as she places said spitball on her tongue and disappears it down the proverbial hatch. You’re in love. 

The four guys in Birmingham, Alabama’s People Years have been in a pile of good bands through the years (Warm in The Wake, Sea Fix, Heath Green and The Makeshifters, Vulture Whale, Cosmonaut on Vacation, Through The Sparks, Terry Ohms); some short-lived, some longer-lived; most eventually fizzling and giving way to the weight of life, bad luck, unreliable dickheads, or simply the need to move on and do something different.