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| Taylor Goldsmith of Dawes |
For me, love for a new Dawes album
isn’t always at first sight. I can never put on their record and listen to it
spin a couple times and decide that it’s solid material. I’ve found that, with
all four of the band’s albums under their current name, it has been a slow
build to a feeling of intensity about their work. It’s like how most serious
relationships aren’t founded on a sexy haircut or a witty line; it takes time
and effort, but it builds into something lasting.
Each first
listen to each of their albums has left me thinking wistfully of the previous
album, or, in the case of North Hills, wishing every song could be as good as
“When My Time Comes.” But something keeps bringing me back, and eventually I
get to the point I was at a little while ago, where I flipped through playlists
on my iPod and noticed that most queues had seven or eight Dawes songs – and
all from different albums. The more I listen, the more I find things I love
about each song, the more I come to appreciate what must’ve gone into the
making of the album. And that, in my opinion, is the sign of a great piece of
work.
