The loons

This double-headed taste of their forthcoming album suggests that needs to change. Sweeping majestically between introspective musings of psychedelia and high-energy garage punk, the whole album has a stylistic playing thread with the rhythm section locked into a monster groove and the guitars engaged in a lysergic battle.

The Loons offer up here 2 simplistic tracks that ache with 60's psychedelia borne from a well-worked garage of noise that has served the band well over many, many years. Loons concoct a natural, organic, and human form of music that favorably crosses strong songwriting with an air of regal garage rock recklessness and attitude.

The guitars of Chris Marsteller and Marc Schroeder are sharp and incisive and have the right bend of pitch perfect tone and fuzzed up jangle to make you groove to the beat.

It seemed that we had nothing to say to one another.

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I like that Loons aren't afraid to be "pop". This positive assessment of the father is the only shared ground between the girls.

I did not want to see her.

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In spite of the control of the adult narrator in the choice and ordering of memory, there is no attempt to beautify the emotions of her childhood self. The impossibly catchy "Between Grey Slates" sounds very much like Richard Hell very early in his career.

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Loons' warm and classic sounds should find favor with a wide cross-section of listeners, and "Red Dissolving Rays Of Light" is full of balmy Summer sunshine to these jaded ears. His need for guitars that jangle, ring and buzz; a throbbing rhythm section, and concise tunes, has miraculous shelf life - probably 'cause he and the other Loons are about breathing this stuff - to them, it's not history. Bibliographie Howells, Coral Ann. The Loons have impregnated their chosen idiom with inbred originality and a lively imagination that rides roughshod over any borrowed vocal and instrumental mannerisms - because, if the wilder aspects of Swinging 'Sixties pop played any part in soundtracking your adolescence and beyond, the procurement of Red Dissolving Rays Of Light is a recreational imperative. In spite of the control of the adult narrator in the choice and ordering of memory, there is no attempt to beautify the emotions of her childhood self. The loons are both a form of access to the continuum of natural time as opposed to civilized time, and a reminder that man cannot bridge that gap; there is therefore a form of retrospective loss attached to the image of the loons: the imagined loss of what came before and is now inaccessible. This should appeal to the hardcore devotees of '60s nuggets as well as to all the kids who could give a shit about the Seeds and just want to rock With strong melodies and well-crafted lyrics, tunes like the folk rocking "A Last Goodbye," the lush popping "Summer's End" and the barnburning "Between Grey Slates" are just cool tracks, nostalgia be damned. Lots and lots and lots of cool genuine energy I like that Loons aren't afraid to be "pop". The sonic blast of "Between Grey Slates" gets the blood moving appropriately, while the sun-drenched sentiment of "Summer's End" feels like a warm August night.

But in their case, the "pop" is neither manufactured or artificial. Laurence, Margaret.

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Negotiating Loss and Otherness in Margaret Laurence’s “The Loons”