Indians + Night Beds with Cat Martino
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
$12 ADV // 21+
INDIANS // heyiamindians.com
Indians is all the work of one man, Copenhagen resident Sren Lkke Juul, who brought his band in to being when he felt the need to challenge himself and do something different. Not aiming for anything other than satisfying a creative urge, things have snowballed quickly for him ever since. Coming to the attention of 4AD after a clutch of demo tracks went online early in 2012,Indians emerged in a fittingly understated manner, and with Somewhere Else, has made both an assured and majestic debut album. Performing his first show as Indians in February 2012, he self-released his debut 7″ single a few months later and has since extensively toured both Europe and North America, playing shows with the likes of Beirut, Bear In Heaven, Dan Deacon, Lower Dens, Perfume Genius, Retribution Gospel Choir, Savages, Weird Dreams and is currently on the road with Other Lives. To cap it off, he’s joined fellow countrymen Efterklang in signing to 4AD, doubling the number of Scandinavian acts on their roster.
NIGHT BEDS // nightbeds.org
It’s difficult to say where Night Beds begins, but it could be here: August 2006, a young Winston Yellen is invited to a longtime friend’s apartment. They talk, they record a little aimlessly, and something exciting emerges. Maybe it’s a little later, when one is studying engineering in Nashville, and the other remains behind, an unhappy captive of secondary education. After that there is a lot of time spent in basements, a lot of alcohol, a lot of irreverent tuning, but not all that much need for talk. Most things are shared, understood: in thin mountain air, or in a waterlogged summer atmosphere, there can be a sense that breathing is effortful, that sleep is easy but not restful. The songs that come out of those first few years, collected on three EPs (night beds, every fire; every joy, and hide from it), are an exercise in catharsis. They’re deeply ringing things, washed in whiskey. The sound is like something emergent from a tunnel. It may be the red eye of a cigarette in the dark, or it may be the dawn peeking out.
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