The Piano Creeps
Future Blues (for me and you)

tracklisting:
1. Mary Marie 2. There Goes My Girl 3. Muddy Yard 4. Time On You 5. He Likes The Light 6. In Somerville 7. Hey Love 8. My Enemy 9. Sunshower 10. Hovercraft 11. Was it 12. Stoned

One Kind Radio - I enjoyed this album to some degree upon first listen, I was almost ready to file it as “pretty background music,” but then the last track “Stoned” came on and it made me rethink the whole thing. It’s sparsely arranged acoustic and electric guitar, organ, tambourine and perfectly limited harmonies on the chorus of “Stoned by the way you are.” I played it over again, of course, and then I re-listened to the rest of the album and was able to appreciate it much more. Other notable tracks are “Hey Love,” “Time On You,” and “He Likes The Light.”

Delusions of Adequacy - ... a richly rewarding convergence of the trio’s collective career tributaries. Drawing from the dreamiest ends of the Madder Rose canon, Saint Low’s stately balladry, The Jazz Cannon’s artful mischief and the electro-organics of Coté ‘n’ Lorson’s largely-instrumental LP from 2003 (confusingly-titled Piano Creeps), this is a collection of sublimely cohesive old and new juxtapositions... one of this year’s most alluring low-key pleasures.

Snob's Music - The record is twelve tracks of compelling, arresting dream pop. Awash with lush guitar textures and fragile arrangements, Future Blues tends to creep up on you. The sonic atmospheres are at the same time spacey and strangely warm and reassuring. Lorson's sweet vocals lend a delicate beauty to these simple, understated songs. There's an almost childlike innocence to the music that comes shimmering through on each song.

I'm Waking Up to... - a wistful affair that never tries to hard to please, but which still wins you over in its earnestness and composure. When the record hits midway with “hey love” peeking in, you can’t help but let time stop for just that little while. That’s all we all need, really.

...Best Tuna - ...sounds like Saint Etienne stripped of the irony and the unhealthy obsession with 1960s bubblegum pop.