Never in my life have I blamed food for my shortcomings, but I think my sugar intake yesterday exceeded some sort of point that I may now not only have diabetes, but I managed to succumb to a cookie coma and sleep too much. This has led to a late start in the day and a worried heart about the rest of the week. I started out this week kicking ass and now it’s getting revenge. September Call-Up, please forgive me. I was all set to review Air And My Sleep days ago, but here we are today. Here I am to tell people that your cryptic indie folk music was the weirdest way to spend a Tuesday afternoon at McDonalds.
Searching for WiFi left me hanging with Ronald McDonald earlier this week and after Late Night Beers, I settled into September Call-Up. Every line more unnerving than the last, it was as if I were listening to a man in the bayou tell me stories of his past through song, fearing that any minute a gator would snap my neck. That’s just the style in which the words are sung. Most of the record was excusable to me, but there were a few songs that stopped my attention to wandering towards the line of nugget appreciators.
“Your Point of View” is the poster child for Air And My Sleep. If you had to send one of the songs up to battle, this would be it due to lines that captured the essence of what it’d be like to be another in a way that’s hard to forget. “Burnt Orange” won me over for its simplicity, and “Song No. 3” got me because it was the only track to sound a little different. The words sound not only down trodden, but pissed. That attitude was needed.
September Call-Up’s music sounds like what a tattered old picture early America looks like; worn with a story to tell. Those who jumped on Justin Vernon a couple years back and who also dabble with James Vincent Monroe will want to check out this indie folk artist. So do that and get into Air And My Sleep when it drops June 25th.
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