JULY 3, 1993
REVIEWED BY EVERETT TRUE
THE PALMS EP(Quigley)
THIS astonishing, echoing, distraughtly beautiful, luscious sweep of an EP comes courtesy of classically-trained pianist Jeff Martin and ex-punk/convict John Berry. Imagine Leonard Cohen raised on the spacious, lean streets of LA, or American Music Club shorn back to when that whiskey bottle first started hurting Eitzel’s larynx. The scene from “Repo Man” where the car starts ascending to the clouds, comes to mind. We’re the ones left behind, caught in the wide open spaces, running.
Jeff is the one with the devastatingly expressive tenor voice and four-string guitar. John is the one responsible for all those chilling pieces of feedback and bruised guitar which drift in and out. Melancholy, yet... well, sombre is the word which springs to mind. Feelings of opulence and grandeur overcome the listener, and feelings of ennui, hopelessness.
(Crassly: Swans with melodies.)