The Pines reviewed in Rolling Stone
It's a brief write-up, to be sure. But any time a local act scores ink of this visibility, we deliver--be it Gospel Gossip on Pitchfork or To Kill A Petty Bourgeoisie on...uh...well, Pitchfork.
But as snarky and noteworthy as Pitchfork is, there's still nothing quite like Rolling Stone ink. Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show knew it in 1972.
And now, local countrymen The Pines know it. This month, they were David Fricke's pick, netting them a review in print and on the website. Head below the jump for the Rolling Stone blurb.
We couldn't agree more. In alt-country, it can be difficult to distinguish oneself. There's those few sub-genres whose conventions almost predestine its practitioners to a homogeneous sound. But the Pines have won local hearts and minds by being incomparably tender and incisive in both their musicianship and their lyrics.
The Pines -- stark-country singer-songwriters Benson Ramsey and David Huckfelt -- have a thing for speed: They recorded their fine new album, Tremolo (Red House), in two days, half the time it took them to cut 2007's Sparrows in the Bell. But there is no undue haste in Tremolo's quietly gripping tension. A state of emergency runs through these songs (like "the turnstile of greed and fear" in "Pray Tell"), but there is safe haven too, even if it's just a dream of love in "Shiny Shoes," and the Pines get there with a warm, drawling poise in their voices and spare, resonant picking.
Hometown pride, folks. That's what we're in this game for.