Yep…it’s The Sawtelles, alright. I’d recognize them anywhere. Yet… wait. What’s happening here? Why do I like this more than usual?
It’s more minimalist, and it’s minimalist w/ more. The sax just slugged me. I’m knocked out loaded. Peter’s lyrics and as good as Dylan’s. Or Lou Reed’s. Julie’s drums are an ever-evolving and deepening dance. Richard belongs in The Sawtelles. This band remains familiar but continues to improve and widen and stretch. With each record, The Sawtelles scurry off, and I follow them down a rabbit hole only to discover another beautiful rabbit hole.
Keep ’em coming, You Bastards.
Read my 2004 interview with The Sawtelles: