Every time I describe the Black Whales to someone, the band ends up sounding like a band I wouldn't want to touch with a 10 foot headphone cord. Their songs, while jangly and jolly, often sound like a cross between the Cave Singers (who I love) and the Shins (who I do not love at all). There's a little Americana vibe in there, three out of five of the members have beards, and the drummer has punk rock roots because he used to be in the bad ass band the Catheters. In words, they sounds so precious. They sound like they'd be exactly so many other local bands I've heard before. BUT! Somehow, the Black Whales make it work. And I love them. And even though they upped the whole "annoyingly precious" factor by giving props to the Washington Environmental Council during their performance at the Sky Church (hippies), I still thought they were mesmerizing, energizing, and fun.
They're magic. The Black Whales are magic. That's the only explanation for it.
They're releasing their debut full-length record, Origins on September 15th via Mt. Fuji Records.
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