When we think of Seattle, we think of “the Seattle sound”. Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden and the grunge movement that completely changed what “alternative” meant for anyone that was actually on the outside, that was about to be commercialised into the inside.
Although the movement remained localised, it still generated a cultural movement where going out and slow-jamming to deep soul was a week-nightly occurrence.
Fuck, I wish I lived back then.
Straight from Seattle, this 8-piece soul band is fit with a soothing horn section, guitar reverb to the heavens and Tom Eddy- the man whose vocals have the power to make you sink to your knees through the burning intensity of his grain/grunt. It’s Mayer Hawthorne with more far skill.
The simplistic and upbeat intro of the “Don’t Make Me Wait” sets up a story that builds layers on top of the layers as the tune progresses.
This culminates in Eddy pushing through “Don’t make me wait for your lovin’” as the drums crash together with a wall of sound from the organ, guitars and horns to build what can only be described as the tightening of your heart when you feel that messed up thing called “love”.
This crescendo is followed up with a retreat to the head melody of “Don’t Make Me Wait”- the skipping horn melody of the introduction.
The song’s ability to quickly leave you trying to catch your breath is all part of the story telling technique of musicians that sure as fuck know how to compose a song. “Don’t Make Me Wait” is a true testament to what music is meant to be; a rationalisation and hyperventilation of the human condition. Listen to it!
Hometown: Seattle, Chicago.
Latest release: TBC, out April 2015.
Sounds like: Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings, Naomi Shelton & The Gospel Queens, Leon Bridges.
Say what? It looks like these dudes play Dap-Kings sets. If there is one party anyone should be at, it’s at a Dap-Kings set. Legends!
Paws and pineapples,