If there is a voice more suited to convey sadness in music today than The Mendoza Line’s Timothy Bracy I’d like to hear it. His voice is warm with cracked emotion, shaking from the side-effects, trying to keep from sounding like it’s totally wrecked. His winding narratives weave around in his band’s shuffling acoustic instruments and tape hiss, conveying all the details of a heart that’s been stitched back together for the last time.“Metro Pictures” is filled with the woozy resignationa Bracy has practically become synonymous with. The band sounds like a hootenanny in slow motion, ambling on quietly, only the piano daring to offer glimmers of hope. Bracy’s words perfectly fit the mood, singing to someone (maybe himself?) who’s “captive to the free press, a lazy work in regress”. He goes on until Shannon McArdle steps in to harmonize, lifting up the melody, and seemingly giving Bracy the energy to bring the song to an end. She does a beautiful thing, but I could've listened all night.
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