Fawn’s Coastlines with Fur and Jamaican Queens- Tonite
Thursday, June 14th @ The Loving Touch in Ferndale
A bit of an interview with half of this Detroit quartet, regarding their debut full length:
Fawn’s going places.
Right after they get through this cluster fuck of a traffic jam.
It’s zero-hour, the start of Memorial Day Weekend, when Metro Times calls up singing duo (guitarist/bassist) Christian Doble and Alicia Gbur, the pair packed into their car futilely fighting their way through the great “going up north” migration.
Gbur: “Everyone’s blaring on their horn around us, can you repeat that last question?”
Helping keep their cool is excitement over their debut full length LP (Coastlines) which came out yesterday (on Quite Scientific).
Doble describes the band as a quartet of musical drivers, (drummer Matt Rickles is lead singer/lyricist to fuzzed post-punk trio Javelins while guitarist Mike Spence contributed writing and his signature guitar flourishes to Those Transatlantics). Doble co-fronted/co-founded defunct twee-pop shredders Kiddo while Gbur’s stellar voice belted and cooed at the crest of garage-rock quintet the Nice Device. “Everyone has that capability of taking the wheel and steering it,” Doble, himself, avoiding lurching station wagons clogging the passing lane, while answering.
Gbur met Doble in 09 having crisscrossed each other for7-ishyears on the same scene.
At that time “we were both disabling other bands and relationships.” Out of those circumstances came: “Well, maybe we should play some music together? We were both kinda on fire in that same emotional avenue, it was an outlet we needed so we both took a shot in the dark.”
Both their telephone voices still sound palpably sparked when recalling initial Fawn demos, just at how stirring, how pleasantly-surprising, it was to find their voices synced together, as Doble says, “…like two musical puzzle-pieces.”
Both echo this phrase: “it just kinda happened.” Before, Gbur said, bands might try to force things, wanting things to happen so badly that “it eats itself.” Everyone in Fawn (a name chosen for its suggestibility of re-new-al) can breath, Gbur said, not feeling the need to do it all.
A gritty fuzz-pop trio (bolstered by Rickle’s slinky-slammed rhythms) evolved through ’10 with the “more liquidy, flowery” guitar parts of Spence, fleshing out this harmony-swooned, punchy/groovy rock sound to the point where “it’s easier to get lost in the music,” Doble says, “even while playing it.”
Far from lost; the traffic clears and the road leads straight ahead. Fawn’s accelerating.