Brian Dunn

TVS “Leave the TV on while I sleep. It’s the noise brings us together. Dreams distracted by stormy weather. Keep you hanging around like a tether” Wearily, Dunn sings these lines soaked in sweat, beer, and whatever else was avaialble in the mid august heat at 2:30 in the morning. TVS AND RADIOS is a little cheerier then the last record, happier even. Hopeful. “This is gonna be a fucking mess,” Dunn says before drawing a hale of smoke and singing the harmony. “With you, me and me and him and you, there’s always clouded doubts of lies. Six packs and overpass views on the passenger side.” It’s perfect. The way it falls apart and breaks down and then finishes with a choir chorus that keeps the album up before the crushing defeat of songs like SLOW LEARNER and CRASH and that keep audiences in a woozy state. “Hangover hearts, bold regrets, and the street lights ain’t moving down yet.” MEXICO and VICTORIA PARK offers dirty bass lines, dirty bars, and dirty piano, soaked in sweaty reverb and conviction.  RADIOS, a song sung to a hooker, barreling through the streets of St. Louis, trying to locate the Canadian Broadcasting Corporations signal with little success. “Hey Crystle I was young I should have tried, I was an asshole, didn’t care enough..” I’ll leave you now with COUNTRY, which if you only get one chance, one listen, one poke at the fire, listen to COUNTRY.  “She came over from Arkansas with miles of hate, in a barred-wired Shadow, broken interstate.” And as always WINNIPEG, is forever “Lit up like stars.”