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Yardsale

by Yardsale

Cosmic american science fiction folk rock, ultra melodic alternative rock that sounds like a mix between Uncle Tupelo, Pinkerton-era Weezer, and Radiohead... or maybe just Malmsteen...
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1. Holding Hands
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2. A Simple Smile
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3. Hannah (Don't Believe Me)
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4. My Cowboy Past
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5. Candybar
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6. Think Again
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7. When You Open Your Eyes
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8. Feel
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9. Slipping Away
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10. Snow is Good
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


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Yardsale was born in Louisville, four heads, a few guitars, some drums, a mass of cheap keyboards, and a DX7 all protruding from the same itty bitty body. It's only natural that, after the neccesary surgery, the parts became a band. And so they are. Doing their best to find their niche in a town full of angst-filled, badly written modern rock, Yardsale forges ahead with determination and awkward stage antics, bringing their mix of alt-country, shred, 80's synth pop, and mid-90's alt-rock to the few people too lazy or too drunk to run away.


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Louisville Music News - Sean Hoban

Is This the New Emo?
I remember Yardsale from about a year ago when I picked up a free demo of their material at (I believe) Twice Told Books. Taking it home, I was pleased to find it was a rollicking trip through upbeat rock ‘n’ roll. Now I have their official debut album, self released this year. It is more down tempo than the demos I had previously heard, but it’s a satisfying CD in its own way.

Yardsale, at least on this disc, sounds like a combination of Weezer's various quieter experiments (like "Only in Dreams") with Built to Spill. Their sound is pretty representative of what emo has developed into this side of the 2000 mark. It lacks the scream and punch of early emo bands, but it is pleasantly melodic with sweet, although often a bit melodramatic, lyrics. The guitars and drumming are pretty solid, and the vocals work with the instrumentals pretty consistently throughout.

Special highlights are the ultra down-tempo closer "Snow is Good," and the lo-fi basement recording feel of "Hannah" and "My Cowboy Past." Yardsale hits its best mark with these latter two songs, mostly owing to the resonant, almost live feel of the smashing drums and echoing guitar.

Yardsale has produced an airtight debut album, pretty nice for the genre. The band slips a bit on some lyric composing, such as on the super emo "When You Open Your Eyes," where lyrics like "I wish you loved me half as much as you love Jesus Christ / Do I have to be crucified to win a place inside your heart" seem pretty forced. Perhaps the song is supposed to make me grin in its, well, desperation; it could be a subtle mocking of punk songs like Green Day's "Church On Sunday."

This one confusing track aside, Yardsale demonstrates a good ability to rock through some post emo guitar and drum-fueled rock ’n’ roll. They are playing plenty of shows around town, so do check them out, and if you like their live performance, do pick up this CD.

Find out more at www.yardsaleband.com.

LEO (Louisville Eccentric Observer)


Yardsale is a band that probably shouldn’t exist, simply because this particular sound, so far as I can tell, really hasn’t been done. Imagine if Uncle Tupelo, lost and inebriated, stumbled into a Weezer rehearsal in sort of a you-got-your-chocolate-in-my-peanut-butter way. In the stomping romp “Holding Hands,” just when you expect a banjo to chime in with a hearty “yeeee-haw!,” guitarist Lowell Tryon comes blazing through the mix, all feedback and squall, and changes the whole damn thing. In a good way.

This album mixes it up like that throughout, as the primary songwriting tandem of bassist Kirk Kiefer and keyboardist David Toy produce heartfelt pop-rockers like “Hannah (Don’t Believe Me)” to go with oddballs like the psychedelic “Snow is Good” and the downright funny “When You Open Your Eyes,” a rant to a love interest about being tired of playing second fiddle to religion. Recorded at “Living Room Studios” in Goshen (nice touch), it’s clear this is a home recording. Still, the careful arrangements and meticulous attention to detail help make this debut a winner.

IndieMusic.com - Genevieve Will


Just as you were holding the Yardsale self-titled release in your hands, marveling at how the blanched close-up graphics really do convey that electro-future feel, the envelopingly boisterous "Holding Hands" hits you in full alt-country force. And just as you are smiling at your own surprise defeat, you're blind-sided with not only pop-punk style vocals, slightly out of context, which makes them that much more appealing, but also the truly unexpected chords of a surf guitar. Is it mass confusion or strange fusion? We'll go with the latter... because it's always better being surprised.

In addition to the aforementioned, the most outstanding quality to be found in Yardsale is undeniable - and truly funny - humor. I nearly spewed my caffination of choice onto the innocent metro passenger next to me when I heard "I wish you loved me half as much as you love Jesus Christ... what, do I have to get crucified?" Lead vocals compliment this banter with a Nada Surf twang-whine-hum, and of course there's the guitar, sometimes wailing like a sailor's ghost, sometimes banging out Sublime-esque surf guitar goodness, always excellent.

While Yardsale effortlessly shrugs off smooth songwriting and solid instrumentation, vocal harmonies do not seem to be their strong suit; "A Simple Smile" nears painful in this respect, although the weirdly haunting "Snow is Good" pulls them off well. Indeed, this duality of awesome and what-the-hell-happened apparently rears its head more than once on Yardsale's CD. The cleverly penned "Candybar," reminiscent of Neil Young circa Harvest Moon, is stalked by the I-really-can't-make-any excuses-for-this "Think Again," with lines like "why are you sleeping with everyone when you should be busy sleeping with me" - subversiveness has its pleasantries, after all. To the song's credit however, it, unlike the Bush administration, has saving graces including danceablity and astounding pop guitar hooks peaking, then melting into a classic breakdown.