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"For the first time that I can remember, the Crocodile began the line-up on time at 9pm. This, sadly, made me miss the first 15 minutes of the Grand Hallway, a seven-piece fusion of melodramatic strings, country banjo and pedal steel from Chris Zasche (also of the Maldives and Widower), Euro-folk energy from Shenandoah Davis with her trusty accordian and Parisian boho haircut, and, to push the lovely melodies near the edge of chaos, the short, rambunctious, falsetto’d singer and songwriter, Tomo Nakayama.
When I finally entered the venue, I was able to witness Nakayama singing new tracks such as “Seward Park†and “Blessed Be Honey Bee†(which has one of the catchiest melody lines I have heard in a very long time). Wearing square glasses and a blue sports coat, the frontman looked as though he had just been transported from a seat in a cubicle where he was thinking about becoming a rock star, to the stage where he instantly became that rock star, screaming at the renovated ceilings and beating his guitar strings like they were a rented mule. It takes everything in me not to compare this group to Arcade Fire–it is just what my minds jumps to when I see women in skirts who play the violin. The truth is, Grand Hallway sounds nothing like that band, and have found a beautiful balance of insanity, enormity, sweetness, pop and power. I will never be late again."
Grand Hallway
-Michael Dallas Miller (Sound)Mag
http://www.seattlesoundmag.com/2009/05/really-effing-swedish
loney-dear-at-the-crocodile/
Look out that single paned window, out on the street you live. Communication wires dance in the wind against a diamond blue sky. That house across the street is painted a grossly modern red with violet trim, detailed yellow. The dark road embarrassed and wet. A few tall firs are the veterans of a lost, wilder time. Only memories remain. The further up the sky you look, the less you see of the wires, the house, the road. And there grows inside you a beast, untamed by spirits, uncaged and uncouth, filthy as blood, as torn as the sea. There are no memories to tie you to the land, only moonlight through the pines. We will pass through this world hand in hand. We are the wilder time.
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