Oct 062010
 
Authors: Michael Elizabeth Sakas

Acoustic, folksy, spill-your-heart-out songs are my thing.

And lately, they’ve really been my thing. I think it’s because of the weather. Could you ask for a more perfect setting than falling leaves and chilly morning walks?

I needed something new though — I’ve been depending too much on old favorites.

My musical desires were fulfilled when I discovered a lonely CD abandoned in Student Media, unwanted and unheard. I picked it up, assured it that everything was going to be all right, and stashed it in my backpack.

Without much thought, I tossed it into my CD player and started my homework. Within 30 seconds I was hooked completely. Who are these guys again?

Paleo, “A View From the Sky.” Got it. I won’t be forgetting it anytime soon either.

The first track opens almost instantly with singer David Strackany’s grumbly and strained voice: “There’s too much blood in my itty bitty body … nothing but words in your favorite book … and there’s nothing out this window but a view of the sky, empty and old and thousand miles wide.”

Folk gold.

His imagery-soaked lyrics only get better as the album progresses through its 13 songs, as Strackany confronts love gone sour, self-identity, “birds and stone, grey flesh and black bones.”

Trumpets and maracas, a whisked snare drum, handclaps and a little keyboard accompany his driving and upbeat guitar melodies. Most of the songs are loud and rough, but the lyrics keep them deep and meaningful.

They are easy to miss though and I wouldn’t complain if he made himself a bit clearer. I want to hear every word that this man has to say, or sing. It’s all very beautiful.

The saying is true — one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. In this case, one man’s lack of musical taste is another woman’s favorite new album.

Music reviewer Michael Elizabeth Sakas can be reached at verve@collegian.com.

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