The band calls it “Brooklyn country.” I call it a revival! I call it another notch in the hipster-folk movement’s belt. I call it a new-age folk masterpiece featuring one of the most impressive male vocalists I've heard in a long time. Think Mumford & Sons meets Kings of Leon...then testify.
The lyrical mastery is apparent from the opening line of the album, “Green eyes and a heart of gold,” and steadily progresses on a journey of love and loss and love all over again. Each track tells a story. Each track paints a picture. The melodies get inside you and never leave. The harmonies are straight gospel. I'll say that “Bleeding Out” is an anthem, and that won't do it justice. It's not just a great song, it's also a hopeful rallying cry that dares us all to “bleed something worth bleeding out.” In “Teach Me to Know,” a man simply asks that his heart not get carried away. All the while, I find my heart getting completely carried away.
The band calls it “Brooklyn country.” I call it a revival! I call it another notch in the hipster-folk movement’s belt. I call it a new-age folk masterpiece featuring one of the most impressive male vocalists I've heard in a long time. Think Mumford & Sons meets Kings of Leon...then testify.
The lyrical mastery is apparent from the opening line of the album, “Green eyes and a heart of gold,” and steadily progresses on a journey of love and loss and love all over again. Each track tells a story. Each track paints a picture. The melodies get inside you and never leave. The harmonies are straight gospel. I'll say that “Bleeding Out” is an anthem, and that won't do it justice. It's not just a great song, it's also a hopeful rallying cry that dares us all to “bleed something worth bleeding out.” In “Teach Me to Know,” a man simply asks that his heart not get carried away. All the while, I find my heart getting completely carried away.