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“Crimewave” – HEALTH
“Crimewave” by HEALTH is fusing of electronic and noise, driven by ethereal vocals and plenty of spunk. Instances of sanity are interspersed with chaotic bits of carnage and drums, the crops drying up under their radiance, the dust storms blocking out the sun. For a time everyone in Los Angeles lived with HEALTH, everyone was their roommate, including the grandparents. It wasn’t nearly as tiring as it sounds. – Nathan Solis
“Old Friend” – Sea Wolf
Sea Wolf has been a notable Silver Lake fixture since their first release on the local Dangerbird Records back in 2007. Now four albums in, Sea Wolf – predominantly the nom de plume of Alex Brown Church – has released a video for the most recent single “Old Friend” and was the perfect impetus to revisit this syncopated, willowy love letter from the 2012 release Old World Romance. For an additional treat, be sure to check out the the video, which is a methodically charted double exposure of the urban Los Angeles landscape.
If you watch closely you may be able to pick up some Eastside haunts in the background like Lago D’Argento and Barbarella, as well as some enchanting Eastside-based vistas of downtown. Under the spell of the song’s enchanting melody, you too can see just what Church is talking about when he purrs, “Stood up on a rooftop on a night so clear that the lights from the city just disappear.” – Marni Epstein
“Treasure Hunters” – Calvin Love
Meek at times, Calvin Love’s vocals are blasted with the passing of a thousand storefront sunsets that have faded his colors. Think of a reel of a Little Rascal clapping, looping over and over, the grain of it all biting away at his edges. Love surrounds himself in a wave of repetitious keys and drums, and even though he pays homage to Tom Petty with a whine in his voice, it’s all a hush, barely there. When Love finds room for a chorus it’s a pop-laden ode dense with orchestral string work, all accompanied by his doleful guitar plucking. It’s all perfectly aged, an experiment in a bottle bobbing in the sea, from either Canada or California, both home bases to Love. – Nathan Solis
Marni Epstein is a freelance writer and music journalist who has also worked in both the film and digital media industries. Nathan Solis is a Highland Park resident who writes about and photographs the L.A. music scene. You can find more of Solis stories, reviews and photos at Smashed Chair.