TWIN SISTER: COLOR YOUR LIFE
Twin Sister create the kind of hypnotic pop you’ve been dreaming about since Galaxie 500 fizzled, cut with Tusk-era Fleetwood Mac thump, and a shot of Lynchian weirdness for good measure. They’re slack yet focused, a spark in the dark distance on a desert highway where speed is relative. Formed in Long Island two years ago and since relocated to Brooklyn, the band has lately been wooing fans and critics alike, with glowing (multiple!) writeups in Pitchfork, Stereogum, Brooklyn Vegan, Fader, and dozens more, all on the strength of a debut given away free on their website (Vampires with Dreaming Kids EP). More than anything, Twin Sister want to make music which you could feel comfortable cheating on someone to.
Download their album HERE
They will also be releasing a new record, Color Your Life, via Infinite Best Recordings on May 25th. Whats the new album sound like? Here is what Infinite Best Recordings have to say on the new sound:
The Other Side of Your Face kinda starts with a whip of grey wind, and there’s a throbbing hum and now some drums count us in and we’re off, and the rising sound is basically whirring around the center of this beat and then shimmering guitar chords are placed gently on top. Andrea’s vocal comes in so everything hushes up real quick. Oh man, she’s basically whispering right in your ear, red lipstick and everything. Jesus. She’s gone again just as quickly, and the music is just going up up up, building layers. There’s something up there, but we have to get there first I guess. And then Lady Daydream comes in, and it’s pretty clear this is where we had to climb to, it’s like a distant green doll house in the clouds. But it’s still a ways off and we’re bouncing along soft white to get there while Eric’s guitar glimmers bluely, and the melody beckons cool and soft and sure. Siren! So anyway while we’re here we might as well go in. We ring the bell and sure enough Milk and Honey starts up, announcing our arrival. INT. DOLL HOUSE IN THE CLOUDS. Total pandemonium: the living room is packed wall to wall with people but the music is coming from the attic, Gabe’s bass all ceiling-muffled but insistent, and the song soundtracks the seemingly forever it takes us to push through the crowd, up the stairs, through the only door, the music stopping as we hit the threshold, and the gold latch clicks behind us. The band is on the far side of the room, perfectly silent for a moment. And then Bryan hits the opening drum fill to All Around and Away We Go, the bass bounces and good god its like a disco fucking dance party in here! Has it been this way the whole time? Bring in the orange-lava synths and the barking vocals and then the song is literally begging us to come along for the ride. We oblige with grins ten feet wide.
Four minutes of pure inhibition lowering bliss, and the same drum fill stops what it started. By now its dark outside. We stick our heads out of the attic window and survey the silver heavens above. Galaxy Plateau. Not a soul in sight out here, but the wind picks up and howls an echo of noise in our ears. We look this over while the sounds grow and change and fold like aural stop-motion animation. At a certain point we hear something begin to take shape in the distance, and as we lean out to get a better idea, it finally kicks in and we pitch out of the window into the black. Udbhav’s keys and drum machines come into bright focus and Phenomenons scores our tranquil descent into the landscape of a pink morning sky. I know you might be confused. “It could all be a dream.”
Got it? Good. We think they sound like a New York version of the XX.
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