MP3s
- 1.You are Bound
- 2.Holy Stones
PHOTOS
Baltic Cousins
balticcousins.bandcamp.com/| BAND MEMBERS | Bradley Lockhart, Tannananika Munn, Rabia Magnusson, Shawn Stalberger |
| GENRE | Folk-rock, Indie and Punk |
| SOUNDS LIKE | Stoner Rock Folk Punk |
| INFLUENCES | Federation X, Townes Van Zandt, Two Gallants |
| YEARS TOGETHER | 2 |
BIOGRAPHY
In some ways, Bellingham/Seattle, Washington's Baltic Cousins strike their town's balance between pastoral relaxation and reckless abandon with a skill few have before them. The band is made up of experienced 'hamsters Bradley Lockhart (Wooden Wings, Black Eyes and Neckties) on guitar and vocals, Shawn Stahlberger (The Russians, Cheetah Speed) and Nika Munn(Cheetah Speed) on violin. The resulting sound is a reverb-soaked drive through Whatcom County countryside that never waits long before putting on the gas, like if Fudesco and the rest of the Cave Singers hadn't gotten all the rock out of their system, or a less dour Sixteen Horsepower.
Which is not to say that Baltic Cousins' music lacks gravity. Lockhart himself can channel the biblical (see relational sturm und drang of "Break Bread") but keeps the drama grounded in authentic details; swimming, comradery, nights out at the bar. These are songs of youthful restlessness and heartbreak, desperation with a hopeful edge. These songs find the thin line where your road-trip americana concrete club punk meet and stomp the hell out of it. Stahlberger's galloping beats offset Munn's melodic-but-noisy (once again, somewhere between the front porch and John Cale) fiddling. All the while, Lockhart howls his desperation overhead with convincing fervor. "I'll tell you a story!" he rails. He ain't kiddin'
Which is not to say that Baltic Cousins' music lacks gravity. Lockhart himself can channel the biblical (see relational sturm und drang of "Break Bread") but keeps the drama grounded in authentic details; swimming, comradery, nights out at the bar. These are songs of youthful restlessness and heartbreak, desperation with a hopeful edge. These songs find the thin line where your road-trip americana concrete club punk meet and stomp the hell out of it. Stahlberger's galloping beats offset Munn's melodic-but-noisy (once again, somewhere between the front porch and John Cale) fiddling. All the while, Lockhart howls his desperation overhead with convincing fervor. "I'll tell you a story!" he rails. He ain't kiddin'
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