On the Horizon: Pick Me Up, Tanner Olin Smith.

On the Horizon: Pick Me Up, Tanner Olin Smith.

It was some while ago that we tuned into the boundless longing of the distant Liza Victoria and it is she who today leads us to trashcan folkster, Tanner Olin Smith. I’m not entirely sure as to the intimacy of their affiliation, though given that Smith has penned a track entitled Song For Liza, which has subsequently been included in his latest sonic compendium, Dark Stretch (Demos) I’d envisage it to run that bit deeper than first thought. No matter, for away from the undying intrigue of amour, Smith just so happens to be the eccentric sort to majestically reinsert the oddity into the itself risible freak-folk brand. And the denouement to this newly spewed digest, Mother Memory Cellophane (Otherwise Untitled), also happens to be its standout: without question the finest curveball of the sort this way hurled since Goat’s mantric World Music came to invade later on last year, it’s one to turn heads and stomachs with its woozy, warmly nauseating humming and contorted vocals of aphoristic fable. “Every day that you lost your head/ You gotta pick it back up off the floor again” Smith preaches as though an impassioned street corner crank, and he ain’t wrong. And with the ‘Demos themselves available on a ‘name your price’ basis, they’re absolutely worth picking up as well.

Tanner Olin Smith’s Bandcamp.

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