Timber Timbre - Creep On Creepin' On
Set up to do double duty as the film soundtrack to some stalker's fantasy life, this new oeuvre by Timber Timbre might even wear its heart too obviously on its sleeve with track titles like 'Swamp Magic' and 'Black Water'. It opens with a drum beat that you could imagine hearing carried on the damp breeze in a midnight wood; muted squawking saxes and tinkling piano support a vibrato voice that sounds like it has been captured in one of those old chrome Elvis microphones. That’s when there is a vocal; there are instrumental interludes that come off like Ravel orchestrating a camp fire chant. Where there are vocals, they make anti-romantic references to people like “your dickless cousin”. The whole thing is drenched in a yearning for a 50's that never existed. It's all a bit Twin Peaks, and the finer for it. Definitely one to keep on the iPod but four albums in, I'm not sure it will expand the fan base much beyond the already committed for these suburban Canadians.