There are a lot of similar-sounding pop folk bands out there. Taking a page from the Lumineers, they churn out songs with smooth melodies and soaring vocals. The thing is, they all sound the same. For someone who listens to way more music than the average bear, it gets boring. Music like that is genetically engineered to be loved by all -- I don't think it's a secret that my heart is three sizes too small, so maybe I'm immune to the whole thing.
Then Great Peacock comes around and drops a new album, and I fall in love all over again -- with them, specifically. Here's what Andrew and Blount do so well to make up for the crushing tide of mediocrity that otherwise overwhelms me:
- Andrew's lyrics cut deep. No matter how lush the backing music, his self-discipline won't allow him to write a cliched turn of phrase, and the words alone buttress the forcefulness of the band's music
- Andrew and Blount's synergy is rare. Whether in the studio or on stage, you can tell they're not only having a grand old time, they're also vibrating on a frequency that's only theirs
- Speaking of that synergy, the band as a whole does not hold itself back emotionally. This isn't just a group of people that happen to harmonize well when they sing and have fun doing it: they're baring their soul
In this week's podcast, Von interviews Andrew. They discuss his songwriting process and how they travel from his guitar to a Great Peacock production. Andrew mentions that he writes every day and Blount helps him winnow them down. I surely believe it -- each song on Gran Pavo Real feels labored over but not so polish it becomes sanitized. As the cover art suggests, the band's third studio release confronts mortality and existentialism. Heavy topics to be sure, but Great Peacock exemplifies what it means to find beauty in hardship and darkness.
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