Rachele Eve writes about post-apocalyptic desert parties; will there be snacks?
Yeah, you heard me. Post-apocalyptic desert parties. Ever been to one? No? Well you’re missing out, man. Kidding aside, I have for you the single “Harold Moon” by Rachele Eve, which is one of those songs that just kind of grabs onto you from the get-go. That ominous, stomping verse, the crisp vocals of Rachele juxtaposed with a crunchy guitar, the fantastic solo towards the end…they’re all great ingredients for a memorable song. And as I listened the first time, second, third, and so on, I kept thinking of all these comparisons to make: Rachele’s voice shares a bit of similarity at points with Regina Spektor and maybe even some Lisa Hannigan; the title of the song made me think of Cursive (“Harold Weathervein”); the lyrics made me think of Andrew Bird’s “Tables and Chairs,” what with the apocalypse party and all. But, in the end, all these comparisons are unnecessary. There’s just something about these songs. It’s something I can’t put a finger on, but then again, maybe I don’t need to
