One day I was running car pools and I had O’Death playing in the car. A few minutes into the ride, one of the kids asked who I was listening to? Upon hearing my response and listening to a few tracks, I was asked, “why do I listen to this music? It seems real sad.” I told her that there are all types of music. Music to get excited to and dance. Music to drive home on dark, cold, rainy days. This is that music and its called O’Death. Rosie mulled it over and responded that she liked Taylor Swift’s new song better.
That remains a bone of contention in the household. And I get that O’Death isn’t for everybody but they have always scratched that itch for dark, foreboding music. The band recorded the album in Southern Maine; the new home of lead singer of Greg Jamie. After Outside’s more polished effort, Out Of Hands We Go is more raw and decidedly lo-fi. I enjoyed Outside as it was cool to hear the band fine-tune an effort but I like my O’Death to sound like they were recorded in a barn; bumps and bruises included. Go & Play With Your Dead Horses sounds like it was recorded with a $10 tape recorder but using top of the line mics. Real nice touch there.
Out Of Hands We Go also see the band shifting away from the dark tales of others and concentrate on their trials and tribulations. Tunes of heartbreak and overcoming odds are spread throughout the album. Apple Moon, Isavelle and We Had a Vision are amongst my favorites. And while other bands may come and go in this sub-genre, O’Death will always be my favorite.
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