Writing about how this song reminds me of waking up around 2 AM in a mill outside a nearly abandoned suburb (Springfield, OH), trying to find the way home using constellations, after an alley lady only gave me directions to buy cigarettes but I don’t smoke, would be too easy. Even if hoot’n holler ain’t your thing, upon seeing that washtub-base, you want one. It also accentuates how bare these folks are, without heavy emphasis on minimalistic song structure. But what’s with cropping out the washboard? First of all: a lady playing the washboard [dot dot dot]. Second, I went to a Paul Simon concert when I was six or so and saw this dude pull off a five-minute washboard solo. It was madness. And Pine Hill Haints should make that a staple during every live performance. Um — what happened to the Squirrel Nut Zippers?
Anyhow, Pine Hill Haints’ new cassette The Evening Star is on Burger Time Records. Also, K put faith in two of they’s albums in 07 and 09. So, yeah, grab The Evening Star and reel it on through autumn in light of vegetable art, rotting teeth, and leaving piles. This music practically begs for the fall.