If 2008 ended today, my Album of the Year would be awarded to Come Into My House by No Kids. I’ve been addicted to this music for months now, and it seems like David Byrne is the only the other guy who seems to love it as much as I do. I don’t know if any of you readers will enjoy this as much as we have, but I really hope you do. This is simple, fun, and sincere indie pop, infusing minimalist r & b style into lo-fi production values. The result is marvelously unique. It’s an easily digestible sound that will appeal to anyone with an ear for subtle musicianship. The multi-instrumentalists are present here, but they’re never overbearing. And the harmonies are sweet. If you loved Architecture and Helsinki’s first album and then scowled at their later work, you’ll probably find redemption with Tomlab’s No Kids.
Of course, this is all coming from a fan of the contemporary indie rock. So if you’ve been looking for a new band whose full album you can enjoy from start to finish, pick up Come Into My House, it came out today.
And they’ll tour a little bit next month with the magnificent Dirty Projectors, my Chicago date is clashing with Why?’s date at the Abbey, and I don’t think there could be a worse conflict for me right now… ReleBlog readers, which show should I go to??
Mar 15 2008 8:00P
Tomlab SXSW Showcase at Lambert’s Austin, Texas
Mar 30 2008 8:00P
Museum of Fine Arts. Boston, Massachusetts
Mar 31 2008 8:00P
La Salla Rossa. Montreal, Quebec
Apr 1 2008 8:00P
Sneaky Dees. Toronto, Ontario
Apr 3 2008 8:00P
Subterranean. Chicago, Illinois
Apr 4 2008 8:00P
Hamilton County Memorial Hall. Cincinnati, Ohio
Apr 5 2008 8:00P
Terrace F Club. Princeton, New Jersey
Apr 7 2008 8:00P
Black Cat. Washtington, Washington DC
Apr 8 2008 8:00P
First Unitarian Church. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Apr 9 2008 8:00P
Music Hall of Williamsburg. Brooklyn, New York
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You ain’t missin’ a thing,
Save for watchin’ me live like a shut-in.
When the furnace goes on,
The heat flutters the curtain
And I’m hurtin’
In the plainest way you can imagine,
My day to day, I’m on my own.
I only come here as often as I do,
Because I think I’m here alone
Stroll the strip without people thinkin’
“oh I wonder where he’s goin’â€
