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The Golden Sounds
Lo-Fi Sounds For A Hi-Fi Heart
Meteor Sky Records

“Introspective” doesn’t begin to describe the deeply personal nature of Lo-Fi Sounds for a Hi-Fi Heart, the latest release from The Golden Sounds. The creation of frontman Todd Evans, Lo-Fi must be the byproduct of a painful breakup—there’s no ambiguity in lines such as “Am I the one that’s fucking up / You said my action’s not enough.” But despite the frequently bitter or crestfallen lyrics, the music is more dreamy than sad. A few tracks feature phone messages to the dejected protagonist from concerned friends—a hopeful, if eerie, shout-out to the power of moral support.
JACK SILVERMAN
Nashville Scene Critics Picks

The Golden Sounds
Lo-Fi Sounds For A Hi-Fi Heart
Meteor Sky Records

Some two and-a-half years ago, I stumbled into rocketown about 20 minutes after the openerhad gone on,intending to see the now defunct Aireline, and Sleeping at Last. As I was walking in though, a sound caught my ear, it was a melody, a melody I have still not forgotten and that I wouldn't be able to shake from my head for many weeks. The melody was a song called Whistles and Windchimes and the band playing it was The Golden Sounds.
I remember stopping in mid stride across the huge main room of rcktwn, which was only about one third full, if even that, to stare at what was taking place on stage. A man with a rainbow on his pant leg was cooing into a microphone, a man was playing a cello, a woman was playing a keyboard, and a man was playing drums. There was something very oddly captivating about this mostly common set up though, they seemed lost in the big room,like they came from some other place and didn't understand what was going on here, but they were going to play their wonderful music anyways, and it was enough for me to purchase a record of theirs entitled,We are The Golden Sounds.
Here we are in 2007, 2 records later, that band has recently released an LP entitled Lo-fi Sounds for a Hi-fi Heart, and it is quite simply: beautiful. The songs exist between an ethereal dream state wave of melodica, acoustic guitars, synths, and strings and a glitchy electronic mess of sterile bitterness, both sides completely captivating and effective.This is an album in the true sense of the word, a story unravels, complete with phone messages, and by the end of the thing you feel like you have lived an entire chapter of someone's life out with them, but on the other side of some invisible fourth wall. I can't explain it any better than that, I can only plead with you to buy the record. If you live in
Nashville you can, and should swing by Grimey's (The best record store in the free world, not sure about China, Cuba, Venezuela, and other "oppressed" nations offerings in this field) and pick it up. If you are not, you can pick it up soon on iTunes. In the meantime, you may pick up two LP's and an EP which are all worth your time on iTunes NOW.

THE GOLDEN SOUNDS
WINGS OR HORNS:THE ASTRONAUT PROPHECIES
METEOR SKY RECORDS
Some bands want to rock you, some want make you think they are clever and still others, like The Golden Sounds, want to transport you. From the spectral images on the cover, to the Mellotron-like introduction of the opening track, to lyrics about astronaut girls falling from the sky and watching meteors, The Golden Sounds™ latest CD Wings or Horns: The Astronaut Prophecies wants to take you somewhere else. The music is distinctly hypnotic and otherworldly, kind of an indie-rock version of early Pink Floyd, though with themes more affirming than Floyd’s odes to isolation and alienation. In fact, spacey as they are, The Golden Sounds are downright festive in performance—rather than providing listeners a soundtrack to their own private headtrips, they pull everyone together onto the same spaceship. Hey, it’s a long way to Jupiter, so you might as well have some company for the ride.
JACK SILVERMAN
Nashville Scene Critics Picks

THE GOLDEN SOUNDS
WE ARE THE GOLDEN SOUNDS LP
INDEPENDENTLY RELEASED
Although this nine-song air-pop collection sparks off with the whining hum of a garage-sale keyboard (which sounds more like the result of someone's failure to pick up sufficient hours at KFC than a stab at retro-cool), it doesn't take a hell of a long time for things to start sounding significantly better. As more and more musical toys begin to jump into this mix and build delicate pop melodies with tender love, we begin to realize that the above mentioned Game Boy-inspired keys may appear here as a result of the band's desire to teach us a valuable lesson: everything deserves a fair chance. And I want The Golden Sounds to know that I, Dave Kargol, have taken their lesson to heart. So please don't be how I was, ready to drop to gavel before the 14-second mark. You're only robbing yourself, friend.
DAVE KARGOL
SkratchMagazine.com

"The Golden Sounds are the exhale to this project, music you want to fall asleep and wake up to. These guys have the beauty and integrity that most local bands lack today."
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Ten Out Of Tenn
CD Compilation Sponsored by Paste Magazine
I find that when I am not playing music, I am talking about music, and when I am not talking about music I am listening to music. Don’t get me wrong, there are other things in life I enjoy, but the truth is music consumes me. Unfortunate? Maybe, but could it just be that God has gifted me with the ability, knowledge and understanding that everything through life filters through song?

On my way back to Nashville from Jackson, I discovered that most of the records I listen to are my friends – young, talented, Nashville-based artists who are trying to produce sounds they love and doing a mighty fine job. The first record I put in was my friend Betsy Roo from Mississippi that sang on my first record, ‘Quite Often.’ Her record, “…and then it’s gone” was produced by another good friend and very talented musician, Neilson Hubbard. Betsy’s voice is refreshing and young, the perfect combination of southern sweetness and unbreakable independence.

Admiring Neilson’s production, I then put in another record he produced Kate York, Sadlylove. Kate’s songs are as pleasing to the ear as Sheryl Crow and as transcendent as Fleetwood Mac. It only takes a few words sung for anyone to give her voice a strong nod. Her songs are as pleasing to the ears as a kiss on the loneliest day. Her voice appears on another song we are including in this compilation, Paper Route’s Second Chances. My good friend Chad Howat began this project by creating beats under his bunk in his apartment. The he brought JT Daly and Andy Smith in to build melodies and lend their vocals. The harmonies float and the beats pulsate against your speakers like a back massage. What started from sleepless nights turned into music that peers over the unknown realms of our radios future.

One night while hanging out at Chad’s apartment, listening to some songs he was working on, Tyler James’ song ‘Stay Humble’ came on while songs shuffled through his Ipod. “Who is this?” I asked, only to find out it is yet another very talented, young singer-songwriter coming out of Belmont that makes effortless, melodic music that’s soars and sways with the likes of Keane and Travis.

Recently Tyler opened for my fellow bandmates, Gabe Ruschival and Jeremy Lutito, who have their own project, Disappointed By Candy. These two guys have more talent then any wannabe you’ll see on American Idol. Both graduating from college in percussion, they bring their technical skills into their songwriting and breed it with catchy hooks that won’t leave your head for days.

Shortwave Radio’s Avenues EP is a record that was given to me when I first moved to Nashville a year and a half ago. I remember hearing this record and wondering who this guy is and how is it that I have never heard of him. Come to find out Andy Spilburg is just a guy who likes music and went into a studio to record a demo some simple new songs and ended up releasing the EP on his own, doing his own radio promotion for it, which has landed him on regular rotation in a number of college stations.

Andy’s dedication gave me more motivation to follow through with my ideas for Ten out of Tenn. With those six artists in place, I just needed to find four more, which I knew wouldn’t be too much of a challenge if I just opened my eyes. Griffin House is a dear friend that I have shared the stage with many times. Not only does he have more soul than the deepest corner of the delta but his song crafting is classic enough to always have the industries heads turning. With Nettwerk on his team, he’s had success touring and getting his music into the ears of loving listeners who adore him. His songs paint pictures of brokenness and confidence in beauty. The song chosen is from some new recordings he just finished up with Ian Fitchuck.

The last two bands I discovered only in past couple of months. The Lonely Hearts are decidedly Americana-pop, more Neil & Crazy Horse than Nashville Skyline-Dylan, but mixes comfortably with both. The song I chose to put on this compilation is a hook from the heavens and you will see why they are around. The Golden Sounds are the exhale to this project, music you want to fall asleep and wake up to. These guys have the beauty and integrity that most local bands lack today.

You’ll also notice my own song on this compilation, Trent Dabbs. You have to believe in yourself before you expect anyone else to believe in you. It is a song off a new record I am finishing up and hope to release later this year.

This is a group of artists that I love and admire and am very excited to share the stage with in June. With the help of my agent, Hunter Williams, my wife, and our sponsors, Paste Magazine and MySpace.com, Ten Out of Tenn. will be touring the U.S. This may be the first time you have heard some of these names, but will doubtfully be the last.