and luckilly, these jim yoshii guys really rocked the sad, delicate words just like our old friends from deep elm did. but with more of a flimsy indie-rock direction behind their music (along with a definate fear of being too loud), they end up being way more subdued, kind of like a whispery yawn of listlessness being blown into your ear. but watch out: get too complacent and those chords-that-shouldn't be chords will thrust you into crecendo-appreciation mode.
i'm concerning myself with homemade drugs, the second release from this bunch of delicious sounding miscreants. our main instrumental friend is a treble heavy telecaster twinkling away like nobody's business. occasionally we have a bassier second guitar lay down a mineral-esque opening riff or some lovely thrumming chromatic chords. throw in some occasional piano tinkering, some tickly, cymbal heavy drumming and a gentleman who can actually sing (disconcertingly well for a band like this) and you've got a deal.and don't forget, our main man paul pens lyrics that have the despair of the most private journal but still manage to harness that helpless anger that only the worst breakups contain. as a result, i just want to pat this dude on the back, give him a hug and tell him everything's going to be okay.
so if you're into polished and textured sonic tearjerking, or midwest emo of any fascination you should check these guys out. [and just for the hell of it, since paul kind of has those scottish tinges to his voice, if you ever cream yourself over simon neil (from biffy clyro)'s voice, get into this shit now.]
"it's because i'm a petty guy who spends his time fabricating useless lies"
"the truth is somewhere in between hurting you and killing me"
file under: twinklecore
listen to: double negative, in focus, middle harbour road
the jim yoshii pile-up: homemade drugs
