Cloudland Canyon - Fin Eaves (Holy Mountain, LP)
My first taste of the Cloudland Canyon folks was via the recently reissued Silver Tongued Sisyphus, a stranger record than Fin Eaves no doubt, but one that kind of makes sense. For Silver Tongued Sisyphus, they made long form, cavernous, and organic psych/komische — you know, the type that everyone says they can make but mostly sounds like ass. Well, it was good. Then this one comes along and, clearly, they sort of dropped what that was seemingly working for them and, uh, well, good.
Probably not surprisingly, it turns out these folks were big shoegaze fans all along. Yes, MBV: but I’m mostly hearing Teenage Filmstars. However, where that band sometimes sounded too much a product of the studio, Fin Eaves unfolds naturally unlike countless 2010 dream-bands, perhaps thanks to their past understanding of how to get further out (and write a memorable, new hook). But crucial here is that they use that they use the disciplines of “out” playing in the framework of really, really embracing pop songs that probably shouldn’t be. But they are — and they’re among the year’s best.