Porlolo – Hooray for Cable & Tweed
Because this blog has become a very sociable thing recently, and I have never actually met or spoken to Rich from Atlanta blog Cable & Tweed, I have neglected his site a little bit of late. This is foolish because Rich has is responsible for introducing me to more than a couple of bands that have gone on to become firm Toad favourites (and he has something of an ear for things that Mrs. Toad will like as well, like The Builders & the Butchers and The 63 Crayons).
Well the latest band to emerge from his splendidly comic-strewn pages is called Porlolo. Based around the multiple talents of Colorado-based Erin Roberts, there is sweet, sad indie-folk here that is likely to be about as guaranteed to appeal to Toad Readers as anything I can think of. She’s got a wonderfully lovelorn voice, and the whispers of trumpet and violin are just gorgeous, so I honestly don’t think you can go wrong with this.
There’s a new album out in the middle of July, and I’ve asked for a promo copy to review. It feels a bit mean, begging freebies from small artists, but that label launch wasn’t cheap, believe me! Anyhow, I am really looking forward to hearing it, and you can buy her previous record Storm & Season from CDBaby if you, like I, find you can’t bring yourself to wait.
Porlolo – There is No I in Athens
Porlolo – Firehouse
Have you ever seen her live then? I can imagine that might have been rather gorgeous, but I guess maybe not if she left before you got there.
Lovely stuff. Purty fiddlin’, and love that deep drone at the beginning of Firehouse. Hear, hear as far as Rich is concerned, as well. C&B hearts C&T.
I thought you’d like this – keep an eye out for the album. I’ll review it here as soon as it’s available.
So I’ve been listening to Storm and Season and it’s just beautiful. Those horns! Bit of a DeVotchKa feel to the music, but the reserved female vox give it a very different flavor. Lovely.
By the way, I finally saw Alela Diane t’other night. I can now die happy. She did a gorgeous, but unfortunately brief, opening set for The Avett Brothers, who I hadn’t really listened to very much before this show. I didn’t know many of their tunes at all, so I couldn’t really lose myself in the performance, but what incredible energy and musicianship they displayed! They just seemed to levitate on stage. I’ve never seen a more enthusiastic audience at a gig either. Invigorating.
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Aw, thanks, Matthew. I’m told that Erin R. actually lived (or stayed for a while, anyway) in Athens for a time before I moved here.
Also, I have a tag now? Sweet.