HEAR THIS: Quiet Hollers
The melancholic and brooding indie of Louisville’s Quiet Hollers blooms from a dark place. When vocalist Shadwick Wilde sings, he produces an air like The National, except his words are doused with bad news upon bad news. “Mont Blanc” shows that slow tempos cannot hide one’s hurry to leave a previous life. When “Côte d’Azur” talks of the passages to Cannes and Nice, guitars highlight the glory of France. “Broken Guitar” is where the whole band shines: each key is a calm drip of rain on a motel railing; each drum is a boxer’s jab. Wilde claims he “has a lot to say.” It is easy to believe him. He keeps sounding like he burned a house down to leave bad memories.