What the shit is in the water down in Florida? I assume some mix of fluoride and magic based on the mind blowing number of entirely decent to all-out incredible bands coming from America’s mullet (which I guess would make Alaska all business). Hundred Waters, Levek, Saskatchewan, Viernes, Hear Hums and many others channel that Florida crack potion into their own shimmering cuts of gold, and now you can add Orlando’s stunning indie-folk duo Day Joy into the mix.
A lull, a stroll, a waltz at daybreak, squinting at the wavy reflection of the sun’s ebbing rays… so begins “Talks of Terror” to the sound of Day Joy’s meditative, thunderous strumming and melancholic vocal melodies. But quickly it breaks, painfully and impassioned, with cresting chants and crashing cymbals swirling around the vocalist’s tangled, raucous narration. There are Jack Kerouacs and Harpo Marxes among us, and both have their merits, but sometimes saying very little can mean everything. “You-ou-ou are, You-ou-ou are, wah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!” I feel you, man.
Thanks to Smoke Don’t Smoke for getting me hooked.