The Low Lows

An album of grand scope and unexpected viciousness. New York’s favorite musical collective leaves the city in favor of Athens, Georgia, and expands to seven players to present a third collection of caustic domestic narratives. Couched this time in a series of five and six-minute lo-fi symphonies, farfisa, strings, steel guitar, horns & feedback struggle to balance each other as Parker stutters & mumbles his signature brand of unhappy harmony. Sad southern tints give way to bright walls of melody and ice-shelves of noise and distortion, like a Palace record orchestrated by Tindersticks & played back too loudly through the P.A. at Lou Reed's old high-school gym. Recorded during the twilight months of Parker and Lilly’s decade-long romance, the result has all the baggage you might imagine and then some. These are heartbreak songs, drenched in reverb and layered with strings, keys, steel guitars, and feedback. A slow motion free fall with a heavy heart.