Release Date – 26th November 2012
Label – Dead Oceans
Rating – 8.5/10
This song is just wonderful. Beginning with an ethereal a cappella intro, Night Beds aka Winston Yellen’s voice is lathered and laced with heartache and nostalgia. Slowly building instrumentation coerces us into this, his catharsis in which he seemingly and slightly disconcertingly has complete control. The almost jolly middle 8 could easily fit onto The Middle East’s Recordings of… album, and the fact that the song skips between self-examination and jollity exposes a precious, playful side not overly dissimilar to Andrew Bird.
On their site, Night Beds’ early material is aptly described as “deeply ringing things, washed in whiskey”. Shift up Mike Hadreas, room for a small one?