Lighter respect
I would suspect
Is needed to protect
Against the harshest
Words
Accusations
Lazy intuitions
More actions
Proactive
Than reactive
In that respect
I hope not one but many
Can detect
Such a great article. Please take a moment to read this.
Brooklyn based husband and wife duo Jillian Speece & Nathaniel Paul Hoff form the enchanting musical project that is The Bergamot. I was introduced to this band this time last week when I was sent their latest single ‘One Mile’, I was instantly impressed, not only by the song but also the work that went into the video that accompanied it. I didn’t have any knowledge of them before then, thank god I do now. These are no ordinary band, they are an Emmy Award winning band – picking up the award in 2018 for their Trailblazers documentation.
I had a quick blast through their earlier releases and was stopped swiftly in my tracks by Ceasefire. This is a song that packs a punch and gets caught in the ear instantly. The couple’s style reminds me of early Angus & Julia Stone a bit. I’m going to link that…
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Love this thoughtful and insightful review. A “Bright and scintillating take on psychedelic folk.”
The Bergamot “Ceasefire” artwork
“Ceasfire” by Brooklyn, NY-based The Bergamot has a downtempo anthemic quality that reminded me a bit of Low in the past decade and a half. The fantastic vocal harmonies between husband and wife duo Nathaniel Hoff and Jillian Speece going from gently textural verses to ethereal yet forceful choruses is utterly entrancing. All the while the music starts in simple, interweaving layers of percussion, glistening guitar and breezy synths and resolves into triumphant tones. Fans of The Besnard Lakes will appreciate the bright and scintillating take on a psychedelic indie folk. Keep with The Bergamot at any of the following and listen to “Ceasefire” below.
What do I wear to a trade war
Should I examine the tag
Before I leave the house
Who called the final shot
A squeaky mouse
No rhyme
No reason
Just that time of season
What contends
Such a miserable means
To miserable ends
The numbers rejected
The offer unaccepted
A time for wins
But mostly losses
Time to answer
To the angry bosses
Bring it, home daddy,
Calls the crowd
They don’t think anymore
They just talk out loud
No reason to wait
Or think twice
Why be cordial
Why be nice
Thorny issues shoved in
Each others side
Doesn’t make it wrong
Sure as hell
Doesn’t make it right
Must I own this
Memory
Can it travel with me
Into eternity
A cup of coffee so prepared
And thoughtful
Can always transcend
What is awful
Seize the win
In easy time
Set up the win
In modern times
Holding hopes higher
Than the clouds that fly
Above our heads
Over the land
And through the mountains
Winning and losing
It’s just life
We are using
I want those
Right in the window
On the corner of no return
I want to bring them home
Muscle shirts outgrown
Can I get those gains
On these arms
Don’t be alarmed
When I walk in
With astronomical arms
