I tend to go on a lot about bands that can just show up anywhere and play under any conditions, because, well,  not everybody can or will.

Some musicians walked into my non-descript, off-white, Fight Club style office and said “you want me to sing into your webcam?” with a look on their face like a clown was going to jump out of a closet and molest them at any minute, ushering in a new low in reality television. However, some people showed up, looked around, and said, “hey Jimbo, we don’t have your acoustic bass– you just want to play on this 6 string?”

Jason, Browan, and Jimbo just went with it and sounded amazing.

When they hit the harmonies on this song and “Streetlights,” I actually felt it. And I don’t mean “felt it” in a guy-who’s-comfortable-talking-about-his-emotions kind of way. I mean I actually felt the vibrations pushing the air in the room. It was like feeling a sixth sense for the first time, overwhelmingly powerful and comforting, like the first half of an oxycontin milkshake handmade by Jesus himself.

In that room, they sounded like a chorus of barely road weary angels, but I suspect the Bible would have been less impressive if the angels had to be digitally compressed and uploaded onto youtube also.   (more…)