Hailing from the same US stable as My Morning Jacket, Hayden and Mark Kozelek, Lakis'first solo work since splitting with San Francisco's Half Film is a weather-trodden waltz between the cracks of backwoods country and indie rock. Aided by local band The Inspectors, there's more than a passing resemblance to Evan Dando's slacker croon (the radical reworking of Bad Brains' "Sailin' On"), but the tunes owe more to the sun-scorched desertscapes of Calexico, the crumpled allure of Elliott Smith and Red House Painters at their most lugubrious. Wurlitzers, vibes and Lakis' winning way with pedal-steel create a melancholy magnetism that is hard to ignore.
Hailing from the same US stable as My Morning Jacket, Hayden and Mark Kozelek, Lakis’first solo work since splitting with San Francisco’s Half Film is a weather-trodden waltz between the cracks of backwoods country and indie rock. Aided by local band The Inspectors, there’s more than a passing resemblance to Evan Dando’s slacker croon (the radical reworking of Bad Brains’ “Sailin’ On”), but the tunes owe more to the sun-scorched desertscapes of Calexico, the crumpled allure of Elliott Smith and Red House Painters at their most lugubrious.
Wurlitzers, vibes and Lakis’ winning way with pedal-steel create a melancholy magnetism that is hard to ignore.
