Alright. At this stage, we should just change our name from Sleeping Village Reviews to, I dunno, the Breaths Premiere Access Channel.
Indeed, eagle-eyed readers will undoubtedly remember our coverage of this one-man dynamo's output in the past: we premiered not one but two tracks from Breaths' stunning debut. Both "Lined In Silver" and "The Forgotten Ones" were exceedingly worthy of a lil' love from our scriberly staff, and today's track in question is no exception. Indeed, it may be one of my favorite Breaths efforts to date, and, given how fuckin' good Lined In Silver is across its mighty breadth, that's saying something. And to top it off, this banger comes with a sweet video to boot.
Can it get any better? No, sayeth this slumbering scribe. Anyways: as always, we're honored and privileged to share Jason's killer work. Check out "The Elders" below, and, as always, we'll catch ye on the other side. Enjoy!
One of the more significant hurdles in adult life--or so I've been told--is the oppressive inevitably of the mundane. The dull monolithism of same old, same old. Day in, day out. I'll be the first to admit that, as a guy in my mid 20's trying to claw, with nail-bitten fingers, a little security in this overwhelming world for me and mine, my primary concern isn't mundanity, but rather reaching the tail end of these turbulent times in the first place.
The point? If you find yourself at a stage in your life where the self-doubt, bewilderment, and constant sadness of early adulthood are less than crystal clear, Florida's own Empty Joy are here to offer up a little vicarious grief and agony. These guys are in the thick of it, and the emotive intentions of their first track--to "convey the complicated nature of sorrow in a traditionally happy time of the year"--are refreshingly genuine. In that unhappy spirit, we're happy to present today said debut track, the appropriately entitled Drowned.
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