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Dusted Reviews
Artist: Kelley Stoltz Album: Below The Branches Label: Sub Pop Review date: Feb. 19, 2006 |
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According to the Sydney Observer, Kelley Stoltz has a piano in his bedroom. This is not a manifestation of some Brian Wilson-like madness, but a matter of luck; it was there when he moved in. Since the San Francisco-based multi-instrumentalist and tunesmith is a bedroom pop kind of guy, he put it to good use.
The tinkle and rumble of his honest-to-goodness upright is all over his new album Below The Branches, taking its place alongside the man’s spare drumming, reverberant guitar licks, and multi-tracked vocal harmonies. From the sounds on the platter to the nifty gatefold sleeve, the result is a record that spits in the eye of assertions that they don’t make records like they used to.
Don’t call it lo-fi, because it’s really pretty crisp-sounding; it just sounds like it was recorded down the hall from the Beatles, the Beach Boys, the Kinks, or the Velvet Underground back in their heyday, and a bit of the big boys’ magic dust drifted under the door and onto his tape.
Stoltz evades accusations of being purely retro by writing about the eternal subject of love, or rather, being on the cusp of love. He’s a plainspoken poet of the moment when one party is either falling in or out of it. But more than the words, it’s the tunes and sounds that make this record worth spinning over and over.
By Bill Meyer
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