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In your dream your car and breaks down in the middle of the American West. You're at a non-place where you can see the desert, the forest and the plains stretching off into the distance. The shadows of mountains rise behind the fog that shrouds everything. I doesn't take you long to realize that you're lost in time as much as in place. "The Bricks Might Breathe Again" by Painted Saints could be the soundtrack to this dream.
Painted Saints are lead by Paul Fonfara, late of Denver currently of Minnesota. To get from one to the other he had to make his way across much of the American plains and, apparently, make his way through every genre of Americana. He's a multi-instrumentalist wielding guitar, clarinet and bandoneon, he also takes on the singing/song writing duties (he's a damned good whistler,too). With other folks bringing the cello, saw, bass, violin, toy piano and percussion Painted Saints are more an ensemble than just a band. But there's a humbleness to the "chamber country" found here. These songs are always accessible, never pointlessly virtuosic.
Perhaps it's the clarinet... or the cello. But this album doesn't stay land locked in the middle of America. There's a palpable European undercurrent washing through the songs. The clarinet brings in bits of klezmer, the guitar sounds positively flamenco at times and "For the Brokers of Bottlecaps" is a waltz for a broken Baltic capitol. These influences aren't jarring they just help make the haunted rural landscape that much more otherworldly.
We're not quite in another world but the elegiac manner of the vocals is straight from the borderland between here and the Other Side. This matches the mannered, judicious percussion that's so laconic you're bound to think less of high spirited country music and more about somber "indie" rock like Morphine or Low. The rhythm section knows that you can't go too fast if you want to hypnotize the audience.
You can hear the influence of contemporary music throughout "The Bricks...". This isn't just another retro-folk album the song writing is so tight, so succinct that it feels completely modern. Even at their most protracted they evoke God Speed You! Black Emperor more than any meandering folky, just check out "Paladin Whine". It's nice that musicians can sound so world wise and still be so wonderfully youthful.
All of these elements work together to create an amazing amalgam. This troupe feels like a French cafe ensemble that got lost time and was forced to work with sheet music from the last 100 years. But Painted Saints work it all into a cohesive dreamscape, the soundtrack to your dream if it was directed by Sergio Leone.
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The Painted Saints
http://www.paintedsaints.com
http://www.myspace.com/paintedsaints
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