Tuesday, June 08 2010 8:00 PM
18+ $14.00
Lincoln Hall
Matt Pond isn't looking for trouble, but he won't back down from a good fight – the most recent being his latest album, Last Light. If this were an action flick, we'd open on a vigilant Pond, wresting the steering wheel from anyone who wishes to drive him off a cliff. See, this is the first time he's accepted a lead role – that of Producer – and it may just be his best yet. It goes something like this:
We flashback to 2004: After the release of Emblems, Pond's body is found, in song, behind a hotel. Now, three years later with Last Light, he's kicked the coffin wide open. As incongruous as a eulogy at a baptism, Last Light is the absurdity that blankets our grandest efforts, along with the undeniable instinct that is survival – a field of paranoia and a flood of self-medication that, somehow, remains fertile. Musically, it displays Pond's newly formed reverence for those who are English (Pulp, Blur, Idle Race) as well as a lasting dedication to those who are timeless (Elliott Smith, The Kinks and Neil Young) – thus revealing the connected distances between soaring strings, feedback and a solo acoustic guitar.
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