After that? Hunker down. Perhaps with the debut EP from Arc of Sky, a collaboration between Trent Gay and Anna Lombard, with help from Jon Roods (Rustic, natch) on just about every instrument and Ray Suhy (Colepitz, Baltic Sea, East of the Wall) on lead guitar. The five songs might just offer the exactly right kind of down-in-the-mouth.
Gay and Lombard are in duet lockstep through the first four tracks, their voices initially melded into a single, breathy whisper, then growing in force for “We Won’t Sleep Tonight,” where Gay drops down for his delivery and the resulting combination recalls the Swell Season with a bit of Ed Sheeran.
But tunes like “Radio Silence” explore the other side of love, the loneliness, with a chiming keyboard and a light acoustic guitar. After a falsetto pre-chorus, we get, “The radio silence is louder than words/We haven’t decided if static is worse . . . there’s nobody out there to curse.” There’s no band yet, and no scheduled gigs, but look for something in the new year.
Also be on the look out for the first in Chad Walls’s trilogy of records from a project he’s calling An Overnight Low. Inspired by his travels in the UK, the three records are named for train stops, starting with Euston. It drops January 21, and there’s likely to be an accompanying release show, though it’s not scheduled yet.
There may even be a release show kicking around in the next couple of weeks for the new Wry Climate EP, Radio Tower Pulse, put together by jazz guitarist Richard Nelson’s son Dan Nelson, now relocated to Brooklyn, but headed home for the winter break. It features Stu Mahan on bass and production and drums from Noah Cole. Word is, there’s a cassette version of the shoegazery piece.
Finally, should you make it that long, Ogre promise the release of The Last Neanderthal, the return album after their four-year breakup, in February. And Tumbling Bones say they’ll follow up their recent couple of singles — “Broken Things” and “Money Is for Spending” — with a full-length in March.
Surely, though, things will heat up. Like the just-passed shortest day of the year, things can only get better from here.