Sodium Lights have released a follow-up single to their scintillating Transtulit LP from 2011. After the sessions that completed Transtulit, the band decided to go even further into the deep house foundations that made up the electronic side of the group’s electro-rock.
The guitars were put inside their cases, and programming began in earnest during the winter of 2011-12. The band wrote an album’s worth of new material in a few months, and singer Julia Farrar began to add vocals to the rough ideas. As the songs began to take shape, the band began to realize that releasing a single from the best of the accumulated material would actualize the ideal of the “trance pop” songs they were trying to create.
Each of Luke Hunter’s releases are more evocative and focused, driven with emotion and seeking our hearts.
Heart & Home is a proper single, assisted with James Burke on bass, and Tyler Crawford on drums. It gets in your head, it gets in your heart, and it hits straight home – a masterpiece and proof that Luke has truly become an artisan songwriter. The production and mixing, by Alex Pellish (17 Relics, Portersville, Vera from Alice, Highlighter, Sodium Lights), further refines and enlightens this immediate indie rock classic.
And cued right up, the backside features the daedalian guitarwork of Leafmeal, fleeting across unraveling midsummer meadows, across balearen lovers spread out beneath the wide blue sky – twirling in so many memories brought back from the fade –
over the hills
the miles of vines
the corners of which I’m cognizant
but just barely
the dead barn owl with one wing flapping in the breeze of a car just gone by
cute but stinky
and thankfully organic
the jibber-jabber on the radio
the cool rush of air from the window on the far side of the truck
they rush at me and under me and into infinity beyond the back bumper
and then the sun pushing up and into
the sky in the mirrors brightens and lightens and makes itself known
and when I look up at the mountain range that stands between me and the massive expanse of Pacific
the fog just barely spilling over
They are milling the roadway in West Mystic, CT, along West Main Street, in preparation for a new layer of asphalt (among a bevy of new upgrades to the streetscape downtown, including the removal of telephone poles).
In the process, they milled up enough to where you can just see the tops of the old trolley tracks, which had not seen since the early 1980s.
unbending on breaking into a series of handshakes and deals
contracts written into existence post facto
words situated to fit the situation just as the unfolding takes place
(is this equal and opposite?)
more than making a fuss over
more than just a casual observation
the parties involved take parts neither are quite sure of
the definitions of which lay unfinished in a heap somewhere
notes scribbled, things referred to as “paperwork”
ellipses taking the place of, or implying meaning where any has yet to settle despite the appearance of agreement or sense of propriety
this is where bleak formality is layered in
where the comfort of conformity trumps the ideas of action
where the questions, in all the forms they’re known to adopt
whether posture or postulation, blossom into a thing more important than that for which they strive
– the answer is the terminal, the question, the journey
between that which is developing
the cause and effect
the roles implemented
the desire to imagine
to backfill and anticipate that which is not apparent, becomes the beauty of the action taken
makes that upon which we endeavor a voyage instead of mere motion.