Blouse
apropos of the previous post:
I was in the future yesterday
October:
Well before shooting was scheduled to start, Rob, Ned, and I were at the warehouse to supervise the set up of what would serve as our laboratory. In one corner of the huge space, the plumbers were at work rigging a system that would allow us to precisely control the temperature of the water coming to the sink, and to measure the amount of water flowing. To the left of lab, across from the halfpipe and the dingy sofas was the cyclorama, painted half white and half blue and in that was a drum kit, a couple microphone stands and a few speakers.
“A band uses this as their studio.” Judah told me.
September:
We loved the dreamy ’80s-leaning first single from Portland’s Blouse, but this woozy, fleetingly wistful new jam is kind of next-level for the band, and has us extremely psyched for their forthcoming debut LP, due November 1 via the great Captured Tracks. Way too short, so put it on repeat for a while
I put it on repeat for like a month
October:
I knew Judah worked with a lot of local bands, but still there was more going against it that for it, like astronomically more: 1) As far as I knew, it was Peter, not Judah, who had secured the warehouse. 2) There a like a million bands in Portland 3) Who was to say that the equipment in the cyc was even a bands - it could have just been for another shoot.
Still, driving down Russell on my way to the warehouse I kept thinking: how amazing would it be?
“Judah - do you know who’s stuff this is? Does this all belong to a band?”
“Yeah, they’re called Blouse, they record here or something”
“…”
