Freelance Whales— Location
Have you ever had a crush on a record before? And I’m not talking in a “Oh gee, ___________ is so great and cool” sort of way, but in the way that you find yourself wishing the record was a real living and breathing person, with flesh that you could hug and hold and touch and smell? Because that’s totally what Freelance Whales Weathervanes does for me.
Capturing my heart much quicker than any album in recent memory, Weathervanes appeal lays in the multiple facets and variety of sounds used to construct it, allowing for something new to be discovered with every track— at times banjos and synthesizers dance side-by-side, and it’s awesome. Lush and gleeful textural layers bubble with a lull of arrestingly simple melodies that have been fleshed out into sneakily complex songs.
Call it what you will; dream pop, acoustic/folk street music/etc.—the reviews certainly have— but honestly there’s not a genre or term that could pin the sound of Weathervanes down. Some records seem like one long song, and Weathervanes defiantly shares that aesthetic, but more than that it feels as though you’ve lived an entire lifetime in forty-five minutes. A life lived while floating in a dream state, decoding a vision in a fever dream.
As you can imagine, I’ve wrestled extensively (and for far longer than necessary) with what song to share here, and I guess that’s when you know an album is your favorite— when practically any song on that album can be considered your favorite, interchangeably. Ultimately “Location” wins out, because it’s reminiscent of a dream I had while in a Dublin Park last August.
I cannot recommend Weathervanes enough. Pick up the record. See the band live. Have your mind (and heart) blown. Fall in love.
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