The hopefully poignant sound of Brooklyn group, The Mayberries could be compared to the dreamy, brooding folk of Chad Vangaalen and the lush, trippy structure of The Shins. That's right, I just threw out the names of two of my favorite bands. The key here is to not make a folk sound abrasive. The Mayberries take the right cues from folk, like storytelling and heart-wrenching melodies to spin delicate tales through lush brass, quivering guitar and fluid vocals.
Grown Men begins in a brooding desert dance. Chilling lyrics like, "Twelve skeletons beside you/But it's society you loathe" assert the beautiful pensiveness that runs through the album. Their songs are short and romantic. Sprawling guitars dig deep into sleepy, melancholy melodies in "Chameleon," yet it ends too soon. Gorgeous, literary lyrics sparkle beneath glittering tambourine in "No More Bad Thoughts." It's like a dream that colors your perspective for weeks to come.
The Mayberries have created an effortlessly ethereal collection of work through gumption, focus and reinterpretation of classic folk. Now I just want more.