Wednesday, November 7, 2007
The weird & the wonderful...
Following on from the theme of gothic-folk, here lies an immortal, psychic-folk artist (if there is such a thing)!
It's a little too late for a Halloween related post, but fuck - this girl can't go un-noticed.
Her name is Nora Keyes and she is a little bit eccentric (to say the least).
Unsigned & with a very acquired taste, to be honest, I don't think I have heard anything quite like her before.
I don't even know how to describe her songs.
If you can imagine living back in the 17th century, in a secluded village surrounded by forgotten woodlands.
And these woodlands are apparently habited by a witch.
A witch who likes to sing and play music to an army of ghosts, if you think along those lines then you'd be on some-sort of path toward understanding what she sounds like.
As the singer of LA neo-new wave goth-punk band the Centimeters, Nora Keyes’ vocal style ranged from Casio-cute to downright vampiric. But on her elaborately titled solo record, Songs to Cry by for the End of the Golden Age of Nothing, Keyes’ freaky-deaky delivery sincerely creeps the fuck out of you, for lack of nicer language. Cackling like a witch or purring like the ghost of a dead little girl stuck in some musty, Victorian-era purgatory, she renders decrepit vaudeville tunes over a droning pump organ accompaniment. The sinister, spooky quality of these instrumentals suggests rotting homes and shadowy nightmares, and her haunting lyrics and gloomy, sepia-toned melodies give the impression that if punk had never happened, she would have been destined to become the eccentric madwoman who never leaves the big, dark house on the corner
I really shouldn't like this, but I can't help it.
She is ridiculously unique, and I like that in my music.
Check out a couple of her songs on her myspace profile.
I must warn you that the cackling on the song Small Apart is terrifically eerie.