Castanets auteur Ray Raposa resides in a sparse, windblown expanse where his creeping country-folk echoes through the cavernous emptiness, shimmering for a moment on the way up like hot summer road haze. His songs creak under the weight of portentous pauses, before pushing forward, bumper dragging, his voice shuddering like he might buckle at any time. He stays just a step ahead of enveloping darkness, like Iron & Wines Sam Beam cast as a rag-tag Fagin after ditching his urchins in a fevered trek cross Death Valley. An evocative, dolorous air surrounds him, whether considering how Adam might have had So many things to repress/In those first days after the Fall, desperately imploring We've gotta leave this party or leave this town, or suggesting receding love resembles the sun dipping into the horizon, The closer we get/The brighter it sets/The lower it gets. The tone recalls Will Oldhams Palace Brothers albums, evoking bereft longing and a sense of incipient loss. At times sputtering electronics and beats gild the corners, adding a thin veneer of modernity to the haunted pall. Though his forthcoming fifth LP (due in 9/22), Texas Rose, the Beasts, and the Thaw, is written almost entirely in Spanish, it cant disguise the lingering ache.
Mon., July 27, 7 p.m., 2009
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