Circus Mind throws open the doors with their new single, “NOLA Song,” and immediately, the air gets thick with something swampy and alive. It’s a blast of sound, fronted by Mark Rechler’s buoyant keys and vocals, rolling out an invitation that feels less like a polite request and more like a joyful, almost desperate tug […]
Get Swampy: Circus Mind Drops Vibrant New Single "NOLA Song" Circus Mind throws open the doors with their new single, "NOLA Song," and immediately, the air gets thick with something swampy and alive. It’s a blast of sound, fronted by Mark Rechler’s buoyant keys and vocals, rolling out an invitation that feels less like a polite request and more like a joyful, almost desperate tug on the sleeve. This isn’t just sightseeing; it’s soul-seeking set to a serious groove. https://open.spotify.com/track/4gEjIFFvIiMNZNZfRMHIMi?si=hXY3gT-HTdKthjpntij53A The band – Brian Duggan laying down slick guitar lines, Michael Amendola’s saxophone crying and celebrating, underpinned by the lockstep rhythm section of Matt Fox, Steve Finkelstein, and Dan Roth – conjures that particular New Orleans energy. It's funk-rock, yes, but steeped in that humid, second-line strut, the kind of music that seems to rise right up from the cracked pavement itself. You hear echoes of influences, sure, like finding a faded Little Feat sticker plastered on Dr. John’s piano. There’s a density to it, a history baked right into the beat. Lyrically, the party vibe masks a tender vulnerability. The plea to "Come to Nola" doubles, quite pointedly, as a plea to "Come know love." It casts the Crescent City as a cure-all, a vibrant sanctuary where loneliness evaporates amidst the music, the food, the sheer presence of the place. It makes me picture someone trying to reconstruct a lost feeling using only spices and brass instruments – a fascinating, slightly improbable kind of alchemy. Can a city truly be a synonym for connection? [caption id="attachment_59777" align="alignnone" width="914"] Get Swampy: Circus Mind Drops Vibrant New Single "NOLA Song"[/caption] The track barrels forward with undeniable energy, a high-spirited tribute demanding movement. Yet, it's that undercurrent of yearning beneath the swagger, that ache wrapped in celebratory horns, which lodges itself in the mind. It's less a postcard, more like finding a tear-stained note tucked inside a Mardi Gras bead necklace. So, does channeling the undeniable spirit of New Orleans actually bridge the distance between two lonely souls, or does it just provide a fantastic beat to dance through the heartache? Website, Facebook, Instagram