he maturity irreversible folk Haley Bonar

We recently discovered a shy singer who has filled us with life these cold autumn evenings. The girl in question is called Haley Bonar is Rapid City (South Dakota) and is characterized by an exquisite folk baste reminiscent from the distance to the Low or closer figures as Liz Phair and Sera Cahoone. Great friend of another illustrious figure of the acoustic scene (Andrew Bird), Haley is one of those artists who only 29 years old and has a pack on their backs. No more and no less than five LPS have been edited so far, among which includes a "Golder" was published in 2011 and shows the brighter side of the smiling singer of the golden hair.
There have been several media have echoed their musical adventures over the past few years. Press, Star Tribune, Metro ... The list is pretty extensive. And his fanbase has been growing slowly but gradually, waiting Bonar'd just make one final hit that had just elevate. Bonar is still one step to get it, but do not doubt the literature to date. And with great songs like "Candy Machine Gun 'in which resonate the strongest refrains that has made the current citizen of Portland (Oregon).
The apparent innocence that characterized the physical image of Haley is pure deception. Thirty borderline, and with a daughter in her lap, the U.S. has in recent years reached a level of maturity that is reflected in verses such as praying in 'Bad Reputation' by exclaiming that of "I wish I could date my former self / She 'd be a fun girlfriend ". As she explains in an interview with Gimme Noise "on that line will grow, and miss you own innocence that characterized years ago. Now I am a responsible person, and I must admit I felt a little frustrated at the time I wrote this song. I could go out and do everything I did before and it was good fun. It was a feeling really false. "

Reviewing his latest works is impossible not to discern high hopes for the future impending musical artist. Haley Bonar, remember his name. I doubt it will be long until the day I throw a hit ending ringing those spots, all kinds of films and television soap operas.

Lotus Plaza in Madrid (Slaughterhouse, November 6, 2012)

I do not know if you know who is Plundt Lockett Philip II, if you count last Tuesday during his brief stay in Madrid's famous maxim of the Spanish monarch when, devastated by the disaster in its Armada 1588, launched its timeless lament: "I did not send my ships to brave the elements ... ". On Tuesday, 424 years later, and forgive the temporary historical digression, Deerhunter guitarist must have thought the same. Or, at least, swearing to himself as the famous Austria.
Because his attractive proposal alone, hidden under the name of Lotus Plaza and embodied in the magnificent Spooky Action at a Distance (2012), collapsed by an imponderable element: the cold 'polar' Madrid. It is true that a concert scheduled Nov. 6 in a ship of Slaughterhouse, roofed but open, is a business as risky as the fleet that would invade England.
Already hinted the opening act, Nat Simons, who had to leave with a bufandita to protect his vocal cords while six subjects could unraveled as American folk. Plundt, Southern him, of Georgia, was not far behind. Coat uploaded to the hilt in his case, had to do push-hands several times during the show to desentumecerlas before attacking his Fender Jaguar. Bassist TJ Blake is heated by the breath every few minutes, drummer Frankie Broyles was warmer than I've ever seen and Allen Taylor (keyboardist) climbed up the hood. Imagine the calico. Only the second guitar, Dan Wakefield, went wild with just one (multiply pierced) jersey.
With these conditions, also could have a shot of heat from the public. And that they asked: "It is very cold, I hope to support us." Just eighty faithful gathered in the Slaughterhouse, swirling around the six 'mushrooms' prepared by heating the organization. It did not help being a Tuesday at 22:40 pm match with Real Madrid and Borussia Dortmund tickets at 20 euros wing.
Still, Plundt and tried to push through the company 'brown' in the best way possible. And they did it with professionalism but without fanfare. They started with a safe bet as 'White Galactic One' and 'Strangers' (with its battery machaconamente irresistible) until you reach the edge of his best song of the night, this hidden gem is 'Come Back'. Nine minutes shoegaze dream-perfect (I just made it up) included in this beautiful split with NiceWeekend, which was the only truly transcendent moment of the night. Plundt, visibly uncomfortable, and also for its proverbial shyness and stage fright, until knee cast ashore.
Followed with aplomb showing his latest work, 'eveningness' or 'Jet out of the Tundra', less clear than in the album and 'contaminated' with guitars, or the powerful 'Out of touch'. Just before show time cover, they parted with 'Remember Our Days'. The insistence of the public were asked to leave an encore absolutely harmless, given that the ink is left in the emotional and brilliant 'Black Buzz'. More than one of these, shivering, sure he was praying that the end came. So much so that when I returned to the group's own bathroom (yes, we were in a gang and mixed Moors with Christians) and only one was left. I left Wakefield Lockett and meditating with a mini beer alone at the foot of a stove. Perhaps cursing the elements ...