Le Pain Drop Obvious to You
When you drop names like Stereolab and Alvvays in your band description, you better be able to back it up. Le Pain did so with their first big single this past summer, and they’re back on the grind with a fresh single on the horizon. This single’s a little more open, using some more casual indie rock guitar notes akin to early Real Estate, creating this more expansive vibe as opposed to their early saccharine treats. But, the creamy vocals from sisters Madeline and Olivia intertwining still provide that intoxicating brand of pop that is sure to have folks salivating as they await news on a full length. We’ll let you know when we hear.

While the Chris Lipczynski and Zinskē might not be a household name just yet, I’d love to have a chance to change your mind as the band set up for the release of their debut LP, Murder Mart. For starters, Chris has this incredibly distinctive voice, bordering on grizzled, though careful to cling to melodic structures; his delivery, particularly in the chorus segments provides this extra layer of listener satisfaction. Musically, this is the spot on example of good old-fashioned indie rock. You get dueling guitar lines, riffs that drop between distorted speaker-busters and jangling angular cuts. I love how the song seems to get loud as possible without ever getting incredibly loud…plus you get this little guitar noodle just after the 1 minute mark. Everything about this, from the craft to the production just screams that this is perfect (from now on). Press play, there’s no need to go further, that other stuff just isn’t this cool!
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