Second Musical Act…
White White Wolf
Before reading this check out the Debut EP “From The Cabin” here
You could say White White Wolf create the exuberance of a chill, they play those split seconds before a shiver. It is music that follows you, seemingly echoing off of itself.
“And I don’t want you to think, that I’ve done this kind of thing before, and If I have…”
“You don’t have to say… that you can’t… you don’t have to say…. that you shouldn’t.”
I’ll misuse those ellipses not to motion a break but to motion the longing in Drellows vocals as they are washed and lapped by the constant backing of his guitar.
"I would do anything that involves burying you."
When I need to tell someone something important and happen to be lost in a cave, I want to listen to White White Wolf while telling them for three reasons. One, this music sounds like a torch that doesn’t go out, and when lost in a cave a torch that doesn’t go out is priceless. Two, this music sounds haunted by sympathetic ghosts, which can be found in the best of caves. Three, have you heard the arrangement on ‘The Bluebird’? It plays like progress through exhaustion.
"And her eyes squeaked glee / Watery, at me the empty frame / And the wind swept hard between the trees / And me, I felt the same."
Though the songs move separately from one another the mood is fluent throughout the EP. They reek of the rain everything everywhere except for falling, it’s a very damp outdoor sound. The lyrics play forest guide low to the ground and sweeping with a progressive march on songs Hounds and Tulsa Springs.
"There's probably some ancient evil in the pines / But if no one's ever found it, it's probably fine."
Check out the new EP, get lost in a cave, listen to this around a campfire to inspire ghost stories, listen to it outside, take in the petrichor. Or better yet take in White White Wolf in the cabin that is Viracocha, Sunday February 1st, at the book release, event info here.