Page France

Here is one for the jesus freak in all of us. A shameless plug for the Guy. Page France is one of the only bands that I discovered in 2005 that will probably not be weeded out of my record collection by the time 2007 hits. I found them on Said The Gramaphone and they introduced them with this -- no possible way could I introduce them any better.

If someone were to ask me what kind of music I like, it would probably make a lot of sense to just say "THIS". I suspect that songwriter Michael Nau has precisely the same dreams as me. It's the only explanation for how his songs jolt straight to my brain's gladcentres. Last night he will have dreamed of a strange house with blue walls, where he lived with his parents, only they're not his parents. Who are they? Are they the parents from Buffalo 66? Maybe. And then the night before that he dreamt of math equations. And before that he dreamed of the brilliance of rising vocal lines and sudden thumps, glockenspiel and the harmonies that make one's spine Spring-tingle.

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