Now relocated to Brooklyn—where every barstool sprouts a sympathetic
blogger—and glowing with joy after the cheerful press-fest chasing
their brand-new Rough Trade album Big Echo, the (formerly Bay
Area-based) Morning Benders seem ready for that first big step toward
indie fame and indie fortune. (Now that the Henry Clay People are off
and running solo, perhaps the Benders can start touring with Airborne
Toxic?) These songs already hit every low-hanging critical adjective
but (like their friends Girls) there’s a warm little core to them that
recalls pre-Pet Sounds Brian Wilson or Jack Nietzsche when he applies
especially sad strings. Slightly amplified melancholy defines this
generation, but the Benders produce with more gusto than most, and if
you imagine a little bit, you can see the fireworks over the last
chorus already.
Sat., March 27, 8 p.m., 2010
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