It's been raining for what seems like weeks in this city. Everything is drenched, cold, and it feels strangely like winter is on it's way despite being mid-July. In celebration (or defiance) of these cold dark days I've been listening to a lot of folky-indie rock...which for whatever reason is one of my pre-hibernation routines every fall.One record I come back to time and again is FemBots' Small Town Murder Scene. Hailing from Toronto, FemBots are a weirdo alt-country/indie rock that relies heavily on noise, found recordings and junk instruments. Small Town Murder Scene is such a lush sounding record. You can hear the strings buzz against the guitar's frets at times and hear the band sing and shout as if they're in the room with you. Tempo's are set with the sound of a ticking clock and eerie singers that have long since passed croon over top of single droning organ notes. Pianos echo and shake the snares on the drum set and police sirens provide ambiance and noise under blues riffs. In a way it's a total trainwreck of over the top ideas and pretentiousness, but for me it sounds distinctly Canadian, beautiful and perfect.
~AB
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