"My bottom lip bleeds onto the riverbank / It forms a tide that runs to sea / The tainted sands fading out into the open / I slowly fade away from me..."
The mesmerizing porch dance of "Dog Days" by Cologne, Germany's Slowklahoma feels great, feels really great, like being a little drunk, and spending time on that said porch, looking into the eyes of a comely stranger while dancing to it's bohemian surf beat sashay, delicious rolling bass line, country twanged guitar and boy/girl well sung story. And what story it is. The imagery feels nostalgic and the kind of 90's Athens, Georgia folk rock sense made me think of R.EM., Eels, Idlewild and Townes Van Zandt's cigarette propped up precariously on the headstock of his guitar. Later in the song when Slowklahoma playfully, lovingly absconds with Bill Berry, Mike Mills, Peter Buck and Michael Stipe's words and melody (sort of), I laughed to myself having thought of R.E.M. early on.
The curious flow of words that peer behind surreal sun glasses play with absurdity making that jump make perfect sense.
"Please crush my head against the deep blue of the pavement
Once more to feel alive
Sing me songs through radioactive wires
let me know dog days arrived (arrived, arrived, arrived...)
Because a local man with an harmonica hates the government
Some part of me believes that Andy Kaufman faked his death
A part of me believes that somewhere out there is a grumpy old bus boy who's goofing on Elvis
(Andy are you goofing on Elvis, Tell me are you locked in the punch?, you're out there somewhere goofing on Elvis, 'cause Baby)
I'm losing touch"
Once more to feel alive
Sing me songs through radioactive wires
let me know dog days arrived (arrived, arrived, arrived...)
Because a local man with an harmonica hates the government
Some part of me believes that Andy Kaufman faked his death
A part of me believes that somewhere out there is a grumpy old bus boy who's goofing on Elvis
(Andy are you goofing on Elvis, Tell me are you locked in the punch?, you're out there somewhere goofing on Elvis, 'cause Baby)
I'm losing touch"
Really dig this song, maybe it hit me at a perfect time.
Lovely LINER NOTES:
In Victor Gelling's imagination, Slowklahoma is a place where a fictional North America coincides with the harsh realities of contemporary Europe. American Myths and Echo Park will meet half-forgotten heroins of the GDR and grandfathers suffering from dementia in this special place called Slowklahoma. Underlied with a mix of jangle pop and alternative country, synths and Americana twang, they sing about feral hogs, the first German in space, fathers waiting for their children and conspiracy theories about the death of Andy Kaufman. The sound of a place where the sea and surf are far away and you have to be content with the Baltic Sea and rural fields of eastern Germany. Music for people who secretly don't want to wear their cowboy hats ironically.
Really dig this song, maybe it hit me at a perfect time.
-Robb Donker Curtius
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In Victor Gelling's imagination, Slowklahoma is a place where a fictional North America coincides with the harsh realities of contemporary Europe. American Myths and Echo Park will meet half-forgotten heroins of the GDR and grandfathers suffering from dementia in this special place called Slowklahoma. Underlied with a mix of jangle pop and alternative country, synths and Americana twang, they sing about feral hogs, the first German in space, fathers waiting for their children and conspiracy theories about the death of Andy Kaufman. The sound of a place where the sea and surf are far away and you have to be content with the Baltic Sea and rural fields of eastern Germany. Music for people who secretly don't want to wear their cowboy hats ironically.
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