Parker serves up a funereal but majestic alt-Americana that is altogether reflective and intimate. It may well lay you down gently but soon enough its horn-led orchestration will lift your tingling spine to upright. Stately, dreamlike waltzes build to explosive, gospeltinged climaxes and a woozy country narcosis akin to Skygreen Leopards or The Low Anthem alternates with Velvets-style feedback drones and buried noise melodies.
All in all Parker has a sculpted a sound that charts a dreamy path for his damning tales of carnality and affection (“Sadly yes I know just where to go / Sadly yes we can all three see the bright writing on the marquee”, goes the first line on the record, from a song about a love triangle gone inexplicably right).
TRACK LISTING
Sadly Yes
I Am A Gun
The Happy Hours
Wanna Be Forgotten
Idle In Idlewild
Black Bees
Raining In Eva
The Great Fires