Kinch: would be dream-catchers
Written by Holly Jones
Kinch, local band of note, produces a CD that takes their efforts and shoves them deeply into your cerebellum. Upbeat, Advances, introduces us to a romantic indie pleasure. It starts and stops like an epileptic seizure. Homicidal maniacs beware, this album might just distract you momentarily as you reach for that axe.
Can a band really adhere to such strict guidelines when attempting to make a record? Wouldn't that just lead to rants of angst and formality? Yes, that's what I thought. As a band representing the greater Phoenix area, Kinch posses qualities that set them apart from others in the herd. They do so while keeping their independent street cred with a horns section on two tracks and a cleverly sketched album cover. Very comfortable vocals and a heavy touring schedule make a Kinch show one I'd like to scribble onto a sticky note affixed to my wall of dates to remember. I can't seem to focus on this album and it makes for good distraction, lending for daydreaming. It's instrumentals are whimsical and vocals serene, not edgy.
The following is a train of thought that this album evokes in my mind to further describe its possible effects on the listener at hand.
Blades of green grass stalks, overgrown due to springs rains. Spring breeds young love and young lovers ride bicycles though city streets dodging taxi cabs while onlookers cringe eating their biscotti at sidewalk cafes. Cafes in which infidels meet to discuss plans on dismantling civilization and creating a united consortium for dandelion growth. Dandelions are the loveliest weeds, yet weeds wreak havoc on blades of grass, ever complicating relations of spring raindrops on the skin of young lovers.
That sums up this album in a nutshell. Soft and gentle, allowing a muse for thoughts at large. Once more, Kinch intrigues me and I need to attend a show to analyze further why their music takes me to such absurd thoughts. Subliminal messages perhaps? Do tell gentlemen.