…thus read the subject line of an email I got from a longtime-reader, first-time-writer named Jordan. I try to pay attention to the rabid recommendations of folks who have been following enough to know what will grab my ears, and MAN ALIVE did this one. I yelped out loud in elation last night when I watched this:
Patrick Watson is a Canadian artist who I wrote about once before but had recently fallen off my radar. Well, that video is enough to put him smack-dab right on it again — with his goosebump-inducing voice, resonating with longing and swooping with desire.
Watson and his bandmates use bicycle parts and wine bottles for percussion and are “inspired by the foley effects of ’40s cartoons and the Twilight Zone.” Their newest album Wooden Arms came out just a few weeks ago, and was recorded during wintertime in Montreal and Iceland. What I’ve heard is redolent with an unsettling icy beauty.
My full-length copy is on its way to my very eager ears, but SixEyes wrote a wonderful review of it: “Patrick Watson’s 3rd full length is so intoxicating, so magical, that it has pushed every thing I’ve heard since, down a notch, or two. And it’s not just Watson’s voice, one that lives somewhere between the rooted grainy echo of M Ward and the soaring mercurial grace of Jeff Buckley, it’s the music which carries, and is carried by, that voice.”
SOLD. Listen to this off the new album — haunting:
Tracy’s Waters – Patrick Watson
Sixeyes also has Patrick’s 2007 Black Session, for a closer listen to his last record. Man oh man.