Hope is a Thing with Feathers
A sexy, smoky apocalyptic masterpiece. This one will boil your blood, raise the hairs on your arms, and tickle your monkey nerve.
Chapel Hill’s Trailer Bride have tapped into such disturbing, shimmering and exhilarating vibes on Hope is a Thing With Feathers, their fourth record for Bloodshot. The Bride comes from a place where Apocalypse is not just a word, but a living, breathing ghost lurking in the Southern shadows. With guitars that sound like they are being heard through dirty pane glass window, and the alluring vocals of Melissa Swingle, Trailer Bride conjures that disquieting feeling of being in a waking dream.
Melissa’s lyrics and enticing warble put a sweet face on the millenia-old grudge match between the promise of everlasting hope, and the crushing reality that sometimes love just ... ends, that the lure towards impiety sometimes wins.
The title track is an Emily Dickinson poem put to music, all longing and isolation. Skinny White Girl takes the deal at the crossroads to a whole new place, and the wailing guitars keep it all on a finely-honed edge. "Silk Hope Road" creeps along like vines twining around sign post and "Destiny" paddles a flat-bottomed boat through the blues-soaked swamps. "Mach 1" tells the tale of a layabout, no-good boyfriend and his car. On the "Vagabond Motel," you can feel the tears (or are those raindrops?) rolling down window.
This is a sexy, smoky apocalyptic masterpiece. It's damn near impossible to pick a favorite, when they are all your favorites. It'll boil your blood, raise the hairs on your arms, and tickle your monkey nerve.
Hope is a Thing With Feathers
Skinny White Girl