GLASS LUNGS is a band from Brooklyn that blends indie and post-rock with celestial guitar sounds to create an atmospheric brand of “space wizardry.” What results is an attention to haunting vocal melodies, specialized guitar tones, and lush, ambient soundscapes.
This song immediately makes me think of Anthony Green and TTNG, maybe mixed with a little Dance Gavin Dance. While my teenage self listened to this genre exclusively, I have branched out to various other places in the last 10 years, but honestly, first loves die hard, and Glass Lungs wears the same perfume. If you are going to be in New York this summer, you have to check them out. They are playing the Knitting Factory July 8th and The Kingsland July 20th. I know if I’m in town I’ll be dropping by.
“All you want to know is,
what are we destined for,
if this town is treason,
as the walls converge?”
I can’t help but feel like these lyrics are very appropriate for our times. One thing I remember about the Bush era of America was how good punk, post-punk, post-rock, etc. music got at capturing our frustrations. I think Glass Lungs have continued that tradition, whether or not they are talking about anything political at all. They’ve spoken words and harmonies to that feeling of angst that comes with being aware of the world burning around you, and wishing you had a bigger hose to try to put out the flames.