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Shy Boys - Talk Loud [Limited Edition Pink Color Vinyl]

Shy Boys - Talk Loud [Limited Edition Pink Color Vinyl]

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Do you think you know what Shy Boys sound like? Each album feels different, and the audience gets the pleasure of listening in while Shy Boys experiment with and master new sounds. On their new album, Talk Loud, our Shy Boys are clearly so in sync with each other that they are able to explore getting out of sync in a way that feels right. The album is fun and scary at the same time. Right when you start to feel comfortable you turn a corner into a different dimension. They pan vocals, take audible breaths. The backing vocals are pure feeling. There's a comfort to feeling surrounded by the five distinct voices that make up Shy Boys, but once in a while it starts to feel foreboding, too. The outcome is an album that grapples with attachment.

"Fraid I Might Die" and "Trash" reference the universal passage of time. On "Fraid I Might Die" the synth sounds are airy and sharp. The accompaniment builds, and then cuts to just keys, the lyrics repeating all throughout, like a chant. "Fraid I might die / With every beat I get older / Fraid I might die / With every beat I get closer." The more you exist, the closer you are to ceasing to exist; living is dying. The lyrics of "Trash" seem at first to be about daily life: cleaning the house knowing you will just have to clean it "over and again" – the monotony of daily life. But upon a closer listen, it stretches beyond the narrator's house and into the whole world and the painful overwhelming endless cycle of consumerism. Another standout moment on the album, "View From The Sky," is undeniable proof that bands can still write hits organically. The song has glossy elements while remaining endearingly human. There's doo-wop backing vocals paired with laser-show shredding. Every sound is imbued with emotion, every flick of the wrist is meaningful. There's just no way to listen to this album without tuning into their spiritual well of connectedness. It embeds itself in your body.

Shy Boys are like musical astronauts, with instrumentation from the beyond. Talk Loud has the heart-string-yanking ability of music concocted in a laboratory, but it still feels heavily human. It's complicated, it's swirly, it surrounds you and extends itself deep into your brain. There are noticeably more synths (and less guitar) than previous Shy Boys albums. There is a lot of hand percussion sprinkled throughout the record: shaker, wood block, finger cymbal. Drums and bass do a secret handshake. Lyrics about malaise are juxtaposed with joyful sounds. The record is cinematic, sparkly, jumpy, and spooky. At times Talk Loud connotes a children's TV program or puppet show: haunting and funny become one. In their own words, "Shy Boys is a bubble...to the point that we might just be making music for ourselves." Their musical perspective and context is limited and insular, which translates into music that feels limitless, experimental, and unlike anything.

  1. In Gloves
  2. Fraid I Might Die
  3. Talk Loud
  4. Price Tag
  5. The Pool
  6. Trash
  7. View From the Sky
  8. Boiling Water
  9. Accidental Interaction
  10. Nighttime Party
  11. Good Thing

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Care Instructions

Keep away from the sun.

Never place it next to a Justin Bieber record.

Treat it like your grandma, you know if she was a record. Know what I mean? Tender care, don't talk back, and never interupt during Murder She Wrote. Wait - what the hell was I writing about-

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