By Dessa Bayrock (Cascade Alum) – Email
Print Edition: June 4, 2014
Dessa Bayrock used to work for the Cascade but now she just volunteers at CIVL, co-hosting Everything Indie on Friday from 2 to 3 p.m. These are songs from bands she saw at the Squamish music festival last year, before someone invited Bruno Mars and everything went to shit. (She’s only bitter because she forgot to buy tickets this year. Let’s be serious, Bruno is somehow, inexplicably, catchy as fuck.)
Dragonette
“Live in the City”
Are you ready to dance? Dragonette thinks so, because they keep writing damn catchy songs that are impossible to get out of your head. This one comes from an album that almost won them a Juno in 2013, but didn’t. Put on your dancing shoes and this album and you are pretty much guaranteed to have a good time. Would a Canadian band lie to you?
Said the Whale
“Big Sky, MT”
“My grandfather picks wildflowers at the top of the hill up on the mountainside, and he knows their names by their colour, shape, and size.” This soft tune is the sort of sweet nostalgia for childhood that summer dreams are made of. Throw in some harmonica and a few simple truths about love and we have a recipe for a summer song as sweet as honey wine.
Fitz and the Tantrums
“Out of My League”
This tune seems like it slipped out of a disco era just to remind you how to boogie. “For forty days and forty nights, I waited for a girl like you to come and save my life.” You will never get it out of your brain. Fitz and the Tantrums put on the best show at Squamish last year, hands down. If you ever get a chance to see their light-infused disco show, thrust your money at the box office.
Band of Horses
“No One’s Ever Gonna Love You”
Don’t worry; while this song might sound like it has a vicious theme to it, the title sentence is completed with the phrase “more than I do.” It’s a cute and quiet love song, the sort of soft sound that Band of Horses has a bit of a patent on. While they headlined one of the nights to a packed field of audience members, it was one of the least-rowdy shows of the weekend. You don’t really rock out to their brand of indie – but that doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy the fuck out of it.
