DUNLOP SAYS...
"I love these guys! I cannot say enough about this sound! It's forward thinking rock music with a bit of a deconstructed retro-stoner vibe mixed in. The Meek are bold, unafraid, and mysterious."
LA ALTERNATIVE Side Stage Spotlighting the best of local music: The Meek by Max Read
Whatever else you can say about the late-80s shoegaze contingent, they made good music to take drugs to. Bands like Jesus and Mary Chain and Spacemen 3 drowned their listeners in feedback with songs built of giant, unredeemable, slow-moving noise; washes of barely inflected sound with subdued drums and hollow voices. In the process, the shoegazers, like almost no one else before them, were able to marry the unadulterated blare of White Light/White Heat with the simple pop melodies of Brian Wilson and Phil Spector, navigating the space between the shyness of their manner and the clamor of their music.
Its therefore good news for those of us who like music to accompany our drug usage that the Meek have taken up the shoegaze torch. Fronted by husband-and-wife team Jeff and Amy Lee, the Meek build swirling towers of distortion and feedback atop sturdy, well-worn drumbeats. Their noise-drubbed songs would come off as derivative if not for the consummate skill with which theyre written. The songs themselves are ominous and dark, captivatingly primitive in their minor-key melodies and steady drone; harking back to an older kind of rock and roll built on simple chord progressions and at the same time moving shudderingly into the future of pure, angry, mechanical sound. Wisely, the Meek never let the layers of fuzz entirely obscure Jeffs voice; bathed in reverb, it drifts from clarity to incomprehensibility as the song ebbs and flows. The band features two guitars, but neither can really be called lead, rather, they twist in and out, overlapping each other, slowing mapping each songs territory.
In fact, the constant drone of the Meeks songs demands your attention at all times. Each song is so arrestingly composed and phrased that it can be difficult not to get lost amidst its tunnels of fuzz and feedback-not that you dont want to. Just keep your dealers number on hand.
DID YOU SEE THE SUN FALL k (banks) dallesandro 1977 sorta music BMI
With Jesus up above me And the Devil down below I found myself in circles Not knowing where to go Too bad I lost direction On a rocky winding path And fell into the cluthes Of such jealousy and wrath
My heart belonged to everyone But my soul remained my own Now even if it's the fire of hell I will always have a home Past that point I'm finding My story starts to fade But I recall a poet Stealing souls was his trade
"Words come so easy But costly to get back" Said the weary poet Pulling rhymes from his sack I wish he would have stopped me As my words began to flow I told him of my deepest fears And things he'd never know "Just take what life delivers And invest it at your will" But I just looked straight through him As my soul began to spill
// "Did you see the sun fall Into the raging stream Can you help me understand Can you tell me what it means?"
I spoke into the darkness I spoke into the dawn Bartered all those memories For this dance upon the lawn When my voice was but an echo My chest an empty shell I found my soul had vanished And on my knees I fell
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