The shambling folk rock of early-'70s era Neil Young, sung in a voice like Paul Simon's and coated in the trembling concern of Will Oldham--that's about the math of Brooklyn's Butane. Most important for urban-alt sorts, it's good and warm. Maybe these guys have even been to the country.
Do you like your alt.country dirty and damaged? We thought so. Brooklyn's Butane Variations manages to meld the flawless country-rock of The Band, with the complex instrumental atomspherics of Drag City-era Jim O'Rourke, and the tightly coiled vocal harmonies of Gillian Welch and David Rawlings. It's a disheveled but dignified mess -- from an odd whirlpool of banjo plucks, unhinged cello cries, searing synth lines, and heavily fuzzed-out guitar stabs they evoke archetypal experiences. The remorse and excitement of leaving town. The fleeting chaos of a late-night Summer storm. The trembling balance between paranoid despair and ecstatic faith. All this and so much more litters the band?s forthcoming self-titled debut. We think you'll be mighty fond of it: