#rustic bullshit

[colterpierce]

Talons’-Rustic Bullshit

[losangeleslovesyou]

TALONS : RUSTIC BULLSHIT (GOODBYE PORTAGE PATH)

[brokencircles]

Breaking Bad (m), by talons'

from the album Lost Summer (EP)

Why are people still talking about the pathetic shit show that is known as Mark Kozelek when we have dudes like Mike Tolan writing better songs than Kozelek has in the past 5 years?

If you haven’t listened to Talons’ yet and enjoy anything that is remotely considered singer songwriter then I’d spend some time with his catalog. Specifically the song / EP linked above and the LPs Rustic Bullshit, Songs For Babes, and Songs For Boats.

[lakeerienosedive]

listening to these songs makes me want to get a talons’ related tattoo. maybe the art from the rustic bullshit lp, something

it’s so fucking good - a brutal mix of slow, meandering guitar lines with lyrics that are almost whispered into the microphone; lyrics that are so understated and heart crushingly sad in content and theme, you can feel your heart break a little each listen

references to fast food, cheap beer, low paid jobs, the microphones, lost, taylor swift (‘i don’t know about you but i’m feeling 32 and it’s not great but it would be hell if i didn’t have you’) are so absurd yet come from such a genuine place that it’s hard to not be bowled over by mike’s haunting charm

read this: http://start-track.com/review-after-talons-demos-talons-by-rob-arcand/ by je-ne-sais-qu0i

[420bootywizard69]

So I just discovered this rad as FUCK album called Rustic Bullshit by a band called talons' and basically the album is free to download here so you should all definitely do it

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talons' - fuck everything

[audioconundrum]

talons’ - Rustic Bullshit

     I haven’t fallen in love with an album in a long time.  Lately, it seems any effort to enjoy anything is a cheap attempt to “stay relevant,” to keep up with recent releases and pontificate openly to a close circle of like-minded college rock dweebs, each reading the same blogs, magazines and tweets and subsequently coming to the same tired conclusions about something as diverse and subjective as music.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m easily the first one to spend hours ranting about nuances between Ty Segall’s mangled garage fuzz over Kurt Vile’s psychedelic fuzz folk but at some point, I don’t know, everyone becomes disillusioned with the things they love I suppose. 

     After an old friend of mine covered a song of theirs with his girlfriend, I randomly checked out the band talons’ on their bandcamp page and I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am for it.  Hidden under seven years of html compost and wasted bandwidth sat probably the most impressive, least ambitious record about zebra cakes, colt 45, and chicken fries in existence.  The album, Rustic Bullshit, pairs Mike Tolan’s intimate, self-depreciating lyrics with lush folky soundscapes and field recordings that sound like long car rides spent staring out the window, enthralled by the endless, spreading flatness of the midwest on a cross-country road trip. Like a newfound fascination with the ordinary,Tolan takes quaint vibes fills them up with with the rough, inward nostalgia of the struggles of love, life, and paying bills in your twenties, and subsequently creating the most authentic sounding record I’ve heard in a long time.  With so little information about the project available and releases often limited to a press of 25, it’s an incredible shame talons’ never made it to Phosphorescent, Sufjan Stevens, or Iron & Wine folk infamy, instead fading silently into eternal attic of the internet.  Maybe the cherished intimacy comes from the fact that so many releases exist, but so little is known about the guy, who seems just to be an average everyman releasing music to no one on the internet.  That level of commitment to the craft, to be so prolific in spite of such crippling digital indifference, is really incredible.  This is what folk music is about; a poetic voice for the everyman of the americana highway, struggling with the awareness of a life too long in a town too small. Realizing the universality of your own feelings but still being unable to invalidate the amount of feeling behind each breath.  Struggling with meaning in a hopeless job working to simply feed, clothe, and house yourself for another day.

     This is what folk music is all about.   

[halfennui]

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There I was in the pouring rain again, but this time I was at the drive-thru at Mac Donalds' - Talons'

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