“Warmth of the spring melts the winter in my heart…” I’ve got a lot that needs-be-melting, dear Sparks of the Beachwood, my heart left freezer-burnt by now, still and chilled beneath a hard shell of a 10-year blizzard in InternetWorld having wrought cynical scoffs and disoriented blog-drifters, spotified eyes and worn out ears, with glossy magazines getting gaga over the new ostensibly-sellable-breed of neo-country co-opters who get to give acceptance speeches on television.
I’ve missed you, your purity, your preservation of that Byrdsian beautification of nature’s glorious grime and verdant soils seeping and swirling into the enlightening frolics of incense-swathed daydreams and evocative drifts into the “cosmic”-tinged realms of surf-toned guitars, pedal-steel purrs, sweet organ thrums, and ambling rhythms. The harmonies, my word, the harmonies.
Wherever you’ve been, if busking on the third ring of Saturn or hitchhiking off on some Easy Rider trip, under the radar, slipping through and past the stiff-folded arms of those prejudice to pure country-psyche pop, or the jaded, or the uneducated internet-stumblers, wherever or however long its taken, I’m glad you’re back.
Beachwood Sparks, California’s cosmic-country elite, have released “Forget The Song” on SubPop, with a full album, Tarnished Gold, due June 26.