The snow came back today after a few days tease of April (sickening name), and nobody blinked at it much. Of course it was coming. And it had a sound to it, the righting of the season, like the churchglory molargrind of a cello on the low-end. Do you know that sound I mean? The sound of a grizzly bear ziplining a piano chord with its fingernails. Sunlight through a funeral tree. That same sinister harmony, that deep cello worry, it warbles sick off the meth-cracked lips of Kim Pierce and Kyle Ranson who are Pale Hoarse from San Francisco, and it vibrates the teeth in their country gums same as it has my speakers all winter morning.
Their long gone handmade record is The Gospels and it's all lost religion and murder ballads and dead Christmas highway sounds. Does such a sound make any sense in San Francisco? Are there gutworn hilltop cow barns there on the Marin side? Are their roofs busted out? Hell. Look at January turning me cross-eyed and shameless. Let's get right.
Pale Hoarse plays the Maya Hayuk opening at Gallery 16 in San Francisco February 5. Here are two songs with one name.
DOWNLOAD: Pale Hoarse - Untitled [MP3]
DOWNLOAD: Pale Hoarse - Untitled [MP3]
+ DOWNLOAD: Pale Hoarse - Darkness Has Taken Over Me [MP3]
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