After listening to the Damnwells demo “She’s The New York City Skyline” about, oh, a thousand times on my recent sojourn out of Dodge, I was stoked to click onto their MySpace page from the kitchen table of my friend Jenn’s apartment in Queens and hear a brand new song streaming.
“Hey what’s your number Chicago?
What time is it in Japan?”
I first listened to this while watching the morning greyness outside her 6th floor window, half-contemplating what would happen if I climbed out onto the fire escape to feel the cool air. It’s a sweetly melancholy acoustic tune with a falsetto chorus of aching vulnerability, perfect for finding yourself in some strange, new city.
I was all set to post a ripped copy, but then The Damnwells were so kind as to send me this spiff mp3, so a thank you to them:
The Bastard of Midnight
- The Damnwells
No new tour news or album news from The Damnwells but for the love of all that’s good and holy, try to find a way to see their documentary Golden Days. Recommend it to your local film fest, or music channel, or whomever will listen. It’s a piercing story full of musical heart — a film that should be seen.