In the midst of all the unarmed black people dying at the hands of police and the even larger problem of anti-black ideology that has normed our society, I thought it fitting to share Moe's song. Let me know what you think about his song entitled Brown Skin.
Layered, dense, and driving, this Chicago-based outfit recalls British new wave bands Lush, the Cocteau Twins, and Joy Division. Though her vocals sit low in the mix, singer and songwriter Ami Gloria shows ample confidence. Light also pierces the dark textures, as on “Highway”: “Open your big bark eyes / Upon that big dark highway / I’ll be walking along.”
“My Ride’s Almost Here” is a chamber-pop gem à la Nick Drake, but the rock mode of this Boston band works equally well. “The Fight Against Paranoia” rides on tumbling rhythm, and “Try This Again” melds rustic accordion to scratchy, catchy guitar riffs.
There are more urgent things to do than dig Around thirteen astilbe plants. But I’ve Had all my sins forgiven. Pinks and reds Clarify in the sun. Bees whirligig As bodied angels might: they dart and dive At flower-spires, tending what earth soon sheds.
A plane flies over, low, jet engines screaming, Obliterating thoughts. (Planes are routine Here, near O’Hare.) Things are as they have been Once quiet’s back, but they’re more real-seeming. Things are as they have been, but now the bees Look less angelic, more like predators— Like weapons from some video game’s strange wars Controlled by players safe from enemies.
I push the pitchfork deep into hard ground, As if both feet and my full weight were needed And innocence could thereby be expressed. Things are as they have been. Real wars abound With players . . . Well, I’ll get the garden weeded, However far it is from sabbath rest.