Graham Reid | | <1 min read
The world is so cluttered with singer-songwriters that excellent albums like Josh Rouse's recent Subtitulo can go right past people. (That's a hint)
I expect this pop-rock outing by San Diego-based Laswell -- who plays just about every instrument here -- could suffer a similarly undeserved fate.
But there's a lot to like on these melodically meaty songs, some of which swirl and soar on an orchestral uplift of stacked up electric guitars.
There are elements of a more gritty Coldplay here, some similar emotional resonances as Jeff Buckley (without the vocal bravura), intelligent dynamics, and a broodiness that is compelling.
Got a feeling this guy is a real grower.