We all have our own wistful ideas about what a Sunday should be; what a Sunday should feel like, smell like, look like, taste like, sound like. For me, this past Sunday felt like sleep, smelled like rain, looked like fall, tasted like German pancake, and sounded like the new Talkdemonic record, Ruins. Now that’s a downright Sunday.
As usual, Kevin O’Connor and Lisa Molinaro, recently signed to Isaac Brock’s Glacial Pace Recordings, deliver us big and loud, lulling and orchestral, strange digital symphonies. And while Ruins has all that, this time around, there’s something else. This time around, their forward-looking symphony rings out like an ageless book of poems.
It’s usually the job of a song to tell us a story. But these songs rehash the seasons, the past decade, Sundays past, a memory gone astray – what it feels like to fall in love and what it means to stay in love. And to me, that’s poetry.
The friendly thing about Talkdemonic, you always know it’s them. You hear that grinding, deeply mewing violin in tandem with the blips and crashes of electronic delight, and you’re emotionally involved. You’re one smitten kitten. But listen for the more this time around, listen for the evocation, the merry meaning. Listen hard. Oh, and do yourself one last favor – see them, for free, the same day Ruins drops, October 4, at Music Millennium.– Morgan Brothers