Loney, Dear

Sweet Talk

From the brain flow of Paste's Editor At Large:

Some nefarious music hounds from Decatur twisted my outsized ego into creating a dialogue littered with opinionated recommendations and myopic rants. Therefore, to put a smidgen of decency back into nepotism, I have stolen the title "Sweet Talk" in homage of my father who had a weekly sports and leisure column of the same in the early 70's that was syndicated in several small town newspapers in the land the gods made great, New England (sans Connecticut of course). Luckily this space will focus more on sporting leisure, my favorite kind.

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Loney, Dear is an equisiste addiction. I have been using it as headphone kindling since New Year’s Eve. While some may coin Emil Svanangen’s baklava layered master work as a cold fusion of Belle & Sebastian and Kelley Stultz with a side of Swedish meatball, this is selling his joyous confessional short. Pile on the merits; they are all deserved.

Here is what I scribbled on the back of my drink coaster, after accidentally falling into a vat of dirty martinis on a tuesday night: “I Am John” is basement pop perfection. Somewhere far, far away, Brain Wilson’s muse and Barry Gibb’s Voice coach are jealous. If I had this track in my eight-track quiver during my first co-ed slumber party I would have been much luckier. If only sucking helium could make me sound that good. The first great close eyes, shake head and smile song of 2007. I wonder if the waitress will notice if I pilfer an extra clip of olives.

Album comes out Feb.6 but check out “I Am John”, the best song performed at CMJ this year by far: I AM JOHN

Above photo by the talented Peter Beste