Kurt Vile Is Saying This to You

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Kurt Vile: Photo by Sarah McKayOutside Johnny Brenda’s—a toddler of a small rock club that sprang up two years ago in a dive bar in Philadelphia’s Fishtown neighborhood—late at night, it’s easy to spot Kurt Vile. Long, wavy hair obscures his face and his manic movements draw your eye. Tonight, I watch as Vile walks in and out of the club. He sends a text, spots me, and bounds over.

“Remember when you interviewed me, and you asked me if I listen to BC Camplight and I said ‘no’?” He laughs. He’s currently trying to get into the band Audible’s record release show, featuring BC Camplight, a piano pop and vocal harmony phenomenon in the vein of Brian Wilson and Elton John. Vile texts to see if anyone can get him on the list—the bass player for Vile’s brother band, the War on Drugs, is also BC Camplight’s bass player—and then darts off into the night before he can be retrieved from the sidewalk. read more

War on Drugs

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Review: The War On Drugs, Wagonwheel BluesWar on Drugs
Wagonwheel Blues
(Secretly Canadian, 2008)

Another day, another band from Philadelphia making its way to the headphones of music lovers across the land… Philly has always boasted a capital music scene with its rich soul foundation, but it seems like the city has risen quickly over the past few years by way of its burgeoning indie rock community, churning out legions of solid bands—some roots-based, some experimental, some folky, some urban, some noisy, some ambient, some of everything.

War on Drugs is a Philly band that embraces two counterpoints in the local rock scene flourishing around them—a folk aesthetic amid sprawling sonic experimentation. The six-piece straddles this dichotomy in their debut, Wagonwheel Blues. They tap into roots of fellow down-home American songwriters like Springsteen and Petty, but within this lyrical context of conceptual landscapes and social themes, War on Drugs also gets spacious and atmospheric, with studio tricks and a post-rock polish that makes this album a well-executed—and successful—experiment. Balancing folk rock like “Taking the Farm” against more ethereal tracks like “Show Me the Coast” gives the album with a well-rounded approach that avoids sounding disjointed—though it’s Granduciel’s more lyrically grounded folk compositions that provide the backbone. In search of atmosphere, a listener is more likely to reach for My Bloody Valentine or Spaceman 3. But it’s that fearless extension into more progressive territory that provides this album its resonance.

The folk rock “Arms Like Boulders” is the first song, and initially seems to suggest that the rest of the album will follow suit. Granduciel’s Dylan-esque vocal phrasing and harmonica-driven intro set a tone, catering to that folky aesthetic. The lyrics are somewhat existential: “Your god is only a catapult / Waiting for the right time to let you go / Into the unknown just to watch you hold your breath / Yes, surrender your fortress / And your thoughts will tumble like rocks too… / And you’re, you’re the kind to hide your eyes from the sun / And in your world the strong survive / But I wont take my body down.” 

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