“Summer at Shatter Creek is one of the best blends of lo-fi loner and Phil Spector aural huzzahdom I've ever heard.” – Pitchforkmedia.com
Summer at Shatter Creek makes ethereal music that seems to float out of the speakers. Partially, he accomplishes this effect via his voice, a hushed, multitracked falsetto that reaches such high notes you expect Gurwich to be wearing wings. (Sigur Rós and Jeff Buckley may use similar tactics, but Gurwich scores points for singing in a real language and for not being dead.) To further foster this spooky, insular vibe, Gurwich constructs a warm bed of piano, vibes, tambourine, vintage keyboards, and slow, elegant guitar to nestle into.
Naturally, any solo album worth its salt needs sad lyrics, and Summer at Shatter Creek delivers. "When you've got no one, there's no one to lose," Gurwich whispers during "Driving Through Texas." But instead of coming off horribly depressed, he wears his isolation as if it were a fur coat -- thick, fuzzy, and worth strutting around in. Whether he's cruising empty city streets or telling himself he doesn't miss his ex, Gurwich raises his solitude to the level of outright beauty. After all, as he sings on "Home for the Holidays," "Everybody loves you when you're down." -SF WEEKLY
