Bandcamp Artist of the Week: Fenster

Holy blood tinted piss!

The two song sampler for Fenster's upcoming album Bones has piqued my interest in a way very little has in the past few months. It has broken me out of a funk of not giving a Fuck and general malaise that has caused me to resort to listening to my never ending jazz play list, which is usually reserved for my chewable vitamin relapses. Oh Canyon and White To Red are like a breath of fresh air that actually smells a little more like my dungarees after a 4 day drinking binge back before NYC banned cigarette smoking in bars. In other words - PERFECT.

If the goal of Oh Canyon and White To Red burst the seams on my zipper with their juicy goodness and drive me mad with anticipation, well then job well done. Each song offers a glimpse of an exciting and wildly different band, leaving me unsure of which version of Fenster I like more, or which one is the real Fenster. It is probably some sort of a chameleon mix of styles and sounds that have found a way to make me harkens back to the care free days of my post grad studies, and remember the scent of each lady friend I fell in momentary love with, but was still too shy to make a move on.

Oh Canyon drips with the kind of sensitive confidence often reserved for fellows who are into craft biers (yes, biers), artisanal cheeses and corduroy sports coats way before everyone else is. It sounds like that joyous emptiness of your early twenties, that time when you thought you knew it all, but really didn't know shit, thus over compensated to seem cooler and somehow this got you laid. It is a fucking glorious time, I wouldn't want to actually relive it but doing it through Oh Canyon ain't half bad, in fact it is a god damned pleasure.

Now White To Red, that is my fucking jam. There is something so Mazzy Star-ish about it, without trying to be Mazzy Star. Does that make any fucking sense? Probably not, but who gives a Fuck because it is so fucking good. It is haunting and intoxicating in all the right ways, it smells like oils and nag champa, without being annoying by drinking herbal tea and reading books on communism. This jam drinks scotch, smokes cigarettes and walks around in panties that are a little too small but fit oh so right. This fucker is gonna linger.

I have had the benefit of hearing the entire album, which comes out this March and it is pretty fucking glorious. So if you love on these two songs I suggest you get your shit together and get on board.