28 May 2009
If you're observant then you may notice that the site is adorned on the side and at the bottom with advertisements for The Peeker's debut album Life In The Air and for good reason. This album is a pure delight. I must apologize though because this disc came out back at the end of March, and I hadn't heard it until today. According to their profile on Park the Van, "Often the Peekers are categorized as retro-indie, and this is valid, but there's something more mysterious, maybe fantastic at the bottom of it all. though that is an apt defense whats really exciting about Life In The Air is just the simple kuntry twinge that each song has. Well that, and the warm four-part vocals. This band is just so cohesive in all their endeavors on this album. The female vocalizing is on the right side of divine, and at no time does any of the album seem the least bit limp-wristed. When you start listening to Life In The Air, one of the first impressions to be had is that this is a band that probably wears flannel and there is probably someone in the band that has a beard. In a way, this album is an album by beards for beards. But the clean shaven will dig on this record as well. The band hails from Louisiana, and in a way they sound exactly like a Louisiana band. At times they have the humbleness of an alligator farmer, but at the same time they go about their work with the same kind of confident determination that is normally attributed to LA's other musical export Lil' Wayne. The entire album was recorded at Ohio University's Audio Department, and during this time the members of the band lived on a hill and partied and made music the entire time and while this can be discovered by reading a quick bio of the band it also becomes apparent as the album plays. This is an uncomplicated group who seem to genuinely like one another and in liking one another so much they decide to celebrate the bonds of their friendship by making music. "Meet You in Produce" is not only an amazing song title, but its a rad song too. It has a kind of breezy airiness to it, but at the same time its not light at all as swampy guitar licks direct all movement and the male/female vocals make it an equal-opportunity jam. "Concrete Feet" is another stand-out thanks in large part to the line "When I'm not stoned/I got the growing up blues". The lyrical candor is a welcome treat as it shows the listener that no is getting bullshitted today. This is the kind of album that makes somebody want to go out and sit on the front porch while drinking beer out of a bottle while the sun tries to shine. Coincidentally, as I type this it is raining and really shitty out but to no real surprise this album works wonderfully as a bedroom album on a day when it is shitty out. There is just a real nice slumber-like quality to this album. Not in the sense that it makes you want to fall asleep, but more in the warm, fuzzy, glad vein. If you are so inclined you can buy the album HERE or on itunes and its on amazon as well.