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everywhen by everywhen
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fave it Progressive Rock | Emo
8 tracks | 40 minutes
Released Oct 2006
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Pure poetry, organic Emo on backdrop of dreamy guitars, piano, ambient effects, cello, bass and layered drums. Exquisite. (Formerly called Atticus Finch)
Bio / Background
According to Silke Tudor of the SF Weekly:
"It is the hope of Everywhen that its performances open with a reading of poetry, not surprising for a group whose own words sit within sighing parentheses framed by lush orchestral curtains, all drawn with the precision and detail of romantic poets. "I reach for the lantern and carry myself from the train ... hand to the tunnel wall I felt the truth in the clay," intones the luscious voice of Chris Moore-Backman under a rolling swell of snare and the dripping caress of violin. This is the sound of rainy nights spent inside crumbling Victorian walls painted in burgundy and gold. It is the sound of melancholy pop-stars-in-waiting whose pensiveness has transcended their age.
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