It must
have been very exciting for Thornhill experimental folk band, Formalists
to finally release their debut albums. Yes, it is a double release: Congratulations
To Those Who Move Onwards and Excel! and In Support Of Healthy
Structure' at the Annex Live. Since the formation of the band in
2010, they've evolved
its structure several times and arrived where they are today. These two EPs are the representation of all the hard works that the band has put together and accomplished. It can not get more exciting than that, right?
As all the members are classically trained throughout their undergraduate study, you can enjoy the well-structured tunes, filled with classic folk melodies with a tickle of intriguing electro guitar riffs. My favorite song of the EP is Thomas Edison: the Great Intender. The song is crafted with aesthetic folk verses, indulged with airy guitar jams with the delightful visit of banjo coated with sugar sweet vocal. If you are fond of folk music, you will be missing out not to check them out.
Formalists is performing at the Annex Live on February 9th and at Clinton`s
Tavern on February 27th.
Lyrics
On the way to
East Québec
The ghost of my
father said
Here’s the keys son, take the sled
That’s okay pop I’ll walk instead
I fell in love once a week
From Laval to Chicoutimi
I tattooed each name on my sleeve
To prove I loved them equally
I left before they got to speak
And ask me why I’ve got to leave
Well love don’t last indefinitely
I did it for the memories
And I’d hate to see you ever weep
And a little time will make this sweet
For ghosts don’t die, they never leave
They sleep in answering machines
And you should open, just an inch
And let some of that outside in
Hold that love before it drifts
Cuz human bodies never win
Now I’m coming back from East Québec
And the ghost of my father said
I’m not in son, call again
That’s okay pop, I understan
Here’s the keys son, take the sled
That’s okay pop I’ll walk instead
I fell in love once a week
From Laval to Chicoutimi
I tattooed each name on my sleeve
To prove I loved them equally
I left before they got to speak
And ask me why I’ve got to leave
Well love don’t last indefinitely
I did it for the memories
And I’d hate to see you ever weep
And a little time will make this sweet
For ghosts don’t die, they never leave
They sleep in answering machines
And you should open, just an inch
And let some of that outside in
Hold that love before it drifts
Cuz human bodies never win
Now I’m coming back from East Québec
And the ghost of my father said
I’m not in son, call again
That’s okay pop, I understan
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