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Fanfarlo :: Resovoir


Buy Fanfarlo's Reservoir from Amazon.


Sounds Like: You're either in love, or your heart has been cut into a dozen pieces, shoved into a potato gun, and blasted from your lover's window; but really, is there a difference?


RIYL: Okkervil River, The Arcade Fire, The Decemberists


A Few Words: Reservoir, the debut album from Fanfarlo, as been on repeat for three days. While I'm prone to hyperbole, this time it's true. There exists a torrent of furious emotion bounded by an artistic keenness to craft a balanced album. Vocals swoon and bounce between anxiety and ecstasy. Instrumentally, it's difficult to not compare Fanfarlo to The Arcade Fire: the thick bass beat, melodies dancing through violins to ukulele to blasts of horn, the overriding feeling that you're breaking free from the dusty walls that separate life from living.


A few weeks ago I posted a beautiful video of "The Walls Are Coming Down" off Reservoir, so today I'll leave you with one of my favorite tracks from the album: "Harold T. Wilkins, or How to Wait for a Very Long Time."


Band :: Fanfarlo

Album :: Reservoir

Song :: Harold T. Wilkins, or How to Wait for a Very Long time


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