The Figurants Share Horrible Horses
I kept thinking hard upon how to describe this new tune from The Figurants. How could I explain to you my adoration for this track without using the every day pigeonholing techniques? It’s tough, but I feel like the band reminds me of that one guy everyone worked with who wrote songs while hanging out on break smoking cigarettes; it’s just on the edge of arty, but teetering along the line of neediness. It definitely makes sense that the band call Seattle home, as there’s a certain lineage to the Northwest I hear here. Is nerdcore a thing? Can we make it happen? Whatever, this song rules. You’ll find it on the band’s new album, Indoor Words.
I feel like it’s getting to the point where any time that I see a new release pop up from 
It’s Tuesday in the middle of summer, but rest assured, you’ll likely regret missing this show over at Cheer Up Charlies tonight. 
Some bands slide under the radar, but luckily I was able to stumble upon Seattle’s 
While the Pacific Northwest has always been a hotbed of great music, I feel as if Seattle has been picking up the Portland slack as of late; lump 
I’m trying to listen my way out of what’s going to be an incredibly horrible day. At this moment I’m at a real loss for words, so all I can do is turn the tunes up really loud. 
I know that at some point, it was fairly sacrilege to say you listened to the Dead…mostly because that led to worse things like Phish or even Leftover Salmon. But, there was a period from the band that I still think upon fondly, mostly as its rooted in the way rock n’ roll grew up in America; it seems like Seattle’s