how the years pass like water

Hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio (a city I most enjoyed for its chili a few months back) The Seedy Seeds owned some instruments, and decided as friends to learn to play them and make some music together. The resulting electronic effervescence is thoroughly listenable in a very sheer and sparkly way, with touches of banjo and those male-female harmonies I just go  for.

The winsome timbre of Mike Ingram’s voice does sometimes sound like Postal Service (with better sideburns), the chilled rat-a-tat beat behind acoustic guitar, or perhaps nods to Mates of State. Paste Magazine thinks they are one of the best of what’s next, and I have been listening to them all day today — at work late with a heater that won’t turn off in my building.

On The Subject Of Our Past Selves – The Seedy Seeds

Around the 2:45 mark, this track splits off into a whole different song with a very warm singalong vibe that grabbed me. When everyone joins together and starts singing about “September, October, November/ how the years pass like water…” felt to me like a postscript to the Stars song “Calendar Girl” (the line about “January, February, March, April and May . . . I’m alive“). And I love it.

Count The Days is their full-length album available now, and they also have a Roll Deep 7″ EP released for Record Store Day this year (check the jaunty joy of  “Coyote Song“).

Stream more of The Seedy Seeds over at Bandcamp, a site I was talking about last night with some bloggers. We decided Bandcamp will take over the world in a year or less. So clean! So easy! Bloggers like that.