"One tell / I come home with / Is an addled / Thoughtless Hateful Point of view / But not for you..."
The bubbling sonic abiogenesis of the divinely created "A Body is a Bastard" by Brooklyn based (by way of Burlington, Vermont) Wool Drive, is such a special piece of indie shoegaze rock, full of tightly twisted musical shapes and poetic lyrical gut punches. The beautiful wordy abstractions are sometimes buried in the density of sound but, then that is the shoegaze aesthetic, a genre that makes you lean forward and scour the internet for those word gems that you just can't be sure of. The utter jamminess, exquisitely magnetic and saturated in one part 2000's nostalgia, another in 90's post punk / indie rock and two parts somber core, emo distilled sadness.
I love the overall emotional impact as it washes over me and I hope you as well. I love the punches, the heaviness of the guitar shapes, the big boomy sliding bass lines, the drumwork that is so anchoring solid and the vocal countenance that feels adequately full of loss and black and blue bruises.
While this may or may not make sense, I am feeling a disparate amalgam of artists like Yuck (Daniel Blumberg iteration), Silversun Pickups, Death Cab for Cutie, The New Pornographers, Joyce Manor and Bright Eyes. All the aforementioned artists (I would guess) have a love for artists like Pavement and Television and purge deep aspects of themselves into their poetry. That is what I am sensing from Wool Drive, at least that is what I am feeling from "A Body is a Bastard" psychically (smile).
While this may or may not make sense, I am feeling a disparate amalgam of artists like Yuck (Daniel Blumberg iteration), Silversun Pickups, Death Cab for Cutie, The New Pornographers, Joyce Manor and Bright Eyes. All the aforementioned artists (I would guess) have a love for artists like Pavement and Television and purge deep aspects of themselves into their poetry. That is what I am sensing from Wool Drive, at least that is what I am feeling from "A Body is a Bastard" psychically (smile).
FROM THE BAND (bracketed):
[Wool Drive is an indie outfit born in Burlington, Vermont surrounding the songs of one Andrew Magnus Boe]
[We're brooklyn, nyc based but met in Burlington Vermont. We have an EP coming out on Jan 31st that was recorded deep on long island in a makeshift "studio". Having a legitimate release has been a long time coming.]
"One tell
I come home withIs an addled
Thoughtless Hateful Point of view
But not for you
Write my name across a building
Walls containing wise old men and truths
Not for you
And right when I walk in
They’ll love me
they’ll love me
Leave me to my sorry graces
A body is a bastard
Dollar coffee hits the pavement
Sensing disaster
You leave me
You leave me there
Word gets around
A sign of the end
Come tell me
How you live
Without a single
Gloomy word or news
That's for you
Write my name across a building
Walls containing
photographs of you
Its the truth
And right when I walk in
They’ll love me
They’ll love me
Leave me to my sorry graces
A body is a bastard
Dollar coffee hits the pavement
Sensing disaster
You leave me
You leave me there
Word gets around
A sign of the end"
-Robb Donker Curtius
THE FACTS AS WE KNOW THEM
https://www.instagram.com/wool_drive
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/wool-drive/1578102612
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNXF-xT7bJY
Wool Drive is an indie outfit born in Burlington, Vermont surrounding the songs of one Andrew Magnus Boe
Wool Drive, indie rock, alt rock, post punk, shoegaze, emo, somber core, "A Body is a Bastard", upcoming EP, progressive, deeply musical, emotional abstract poetic lyrics, Brooklyn, Burlington Vermont,
Wool Drive, indie rock, alt rock, post punk, shoegaze, emo, somber core, "A Body is a Bastard", upcoming EP, progressive, deeply musical, emotional abstract poetic lyrics, Brooklyn, Burlington Vermont,
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