Альбомы исполнителя
Rat Saw God
2023 · альбом
Feast of Snakes
2022 · сингл
Mowing the Leaves Instead of Piling 'em Up
2022 · альбом
Twin Plagues
2021 · альбом
Wednesday on Audiotree Live
2021 · альбом
Guttering
2021 · Мини-альбом
I Was Trying to Describe You to Someone
2020 · альбом
How Do You Let the Love Into the Heart That Isn't Split Wide Open
2018 · Мини-альбом
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Биография
A Wednesday song is a quilt. A short story collection, a half-memory, a patchwork of portraits of the American south, disparate moments that somehow make sense as a whole. Karly Hartzman, the songwriter/vocalist/guitarist at the helm of the project is a story collector as much as she is a storyteller. Rat Saw God, the Asheville quintet’s new and best record, is ekphrastic but autobiographical and above all, deeply empathetic. Across the album’s ten tracks Hartzman, guitarist MJ Lenderman, bassist Margo Shultz, drummer Alan Miller, & lap/pedal steel player Xandy Chelmis build a shrine to minutiae. Half-funny half-tragic dispatches from North Carolina unfurling somewhere between the wailing skuzz of Nineties shoegaze and classic country twang, Hartzman’s voice slicing through the din. Rat Saw God is an album about riding a bike down a suburban stretch in Greensboro while listening to My Bloody Valentine for the first time on an iPod Nano, past a creek that runs through the neighborhood riddled with broken glass bottles and condoms, a front yard filled with broken and rusted car parts, a lonely and dilapidated house reclaimed by kudzu. Four Lokos and rodeo clowns and a kid who burns down a corn field. The way the South hums alive all night in the summers and into fall, the sound of high school football games, the halo effect from the lights polluting the darkness. It’s not really bright enough to see in front of you, but in that stretch of inky void–somehow–you see everything.