But these are just comparisons here. Gotta find a way to turn down the goddamn radio. Amscray gives equal attention to a kinder, gentler, depressive side with songs like Everything that's Wrong, For Ballard, and Monday. These are the kind of songs that you listen to late at night with your headphones on, almost asleep, hitting rewind before the next upbeat song comes on and you have a heart attack. Amscray will be going back to the Midwest for a tour to promote its full-length album due out this fall.
Acoustic guitars strum and the bass line bounces with grace and ease.
The fact that singer Helene Renaut recites the chorus in her unmistakably French accent makes one wonder if the line is ironic or sincere, and which version would really be better. The song is a fantastic opener, laid back and perfect in its overcast sentimentality. Her voice is pleasant and questioning, far from a folkie or indie strumpet. There is the wear of cigarettes and drink that augment the innate breathiness of her voice.