Bondy realizes that acknowledging his tenure as Verbena frontman Scott Bondy could help shift a few units, that doesn't mean his former life is a point of pride. I asked him what that was like and he muttered something about being an infant in a crib full of bats. Bondy to now exist, Scott Bondy had to go through that ill-fated bat-crib phase. And despite the sonic differences and the name change-- the A.
Where the old Bondy took his cues from all sorts of rock'n'roll progenitors classic and otherwise , the new Bondy cribs notes from the blues and country folks that influenced those rock'n'rollers. And where the old Bondy would sometimes show his hand too blatantly, the new Bondy is playing his cards with greater aplomb and much greater skill. When the Devil's Loose , A.
Bondy's second album, is evident of this ever-growing skill. But that's not to say there isn't room to grow. Bondy's warm and weathered moan is used to good effect, abetted by some down-home instrumentation and a fair helping of flattering reverb, all in the service of songs that do their damnedest to recall a more agrarian time-- coal burning in a train furnace, rivers running free, pines dancing in the moonlight.
Loose puts its best foot forward right from the start, with "Mightiest of Guns". The rest of the album offers downtrodden pleasures in a similar vein-- see the elegiac "To the Morning", or the player-piano balladry of "On the Moon".
But rather than avoid popular sounds, on Enderness he gathers and subverts modern tools to construct his indictment of the modern world. Like so many who simultaneously bemoan and fuel the simulation—tweets and grams as a form of self-flagellation—Bondy is both in on and imprisoned by the joke. The fire happened the day after he finished the album. Twelve years ago, Bondy expressed his sorrow in sparse, strummed and finger-picked acoustic guitar.
Today, he uses a mesh of electronics, alternately celestial and hellish in tone and tempo: beautiful, sad-bastard music sourced from lonely sojourns down the information superhighway.
With Enderness Bondy brings us squarely into the present, where our homes are on fire and all we can do is tweet. Description Files Comments 0 Tracker list A.
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