If 2008 ended today, my Album of the Year would be awarded to Come Into My House by No Kids. Iâ€™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 donâ€™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. Itâ€™s an easily digestible sound that will appeal to anyone with an ear for subtle musicianship. The multi-instrumentalists are present here, but theyâ€™re never overbearing. And the harmonies are sweet. If you loved Architecture and Helsinkiâ€™s first album and then scowled at their later work, youâ€™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 youâ€™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 theyâ€™ll tour a little bit next month with the magnificent Dirty Projectors, my Chicago date is clashing with Why?â€™s date at the Abbey, and I donâ€™t think there could be a worse conflict for me right nowâ€¦ ReleBlog readers, which show should I go to??
Mar 15 2008 8:00P
Tomlab SXSW Showcase at Lambertâ€™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
You ainâ€™t missinâ€™ a thing,
Save for watchinâ€™ me live like a shut-in.
When the furnace goes on,
The heat flutters the curtain
And Iâ€™m hurtinâ€™
In the plainest way you can imagine,
My day to day, Iâ€™m on my own.
I only come here as often as I do,
Because I think Iâ€™m here alone
Stroll the strip without people thinkinâ€™
â€œoh I wonder where heâ€™s goinâ€™â€