LA Font’s “The American Leagues”

1 Oct

Remember in July when I first told you about LA Font and fawned over them like a tween and told you how they were going places? Well, since then, they’ve had writeups from Kevin Bronson of, The 704, and Indieshuffle; they’ve secured opening slots at the Silverlake Lounge during the residencies of local rising stars Family of the Year (last month) and Wet and Reckless (on the 25th of this month); and they’ve finished their debut full-length, titled The American Leagues, arranging for it what will be a kickass record release show at Origami Vinyl in Echo Park on October 9th. Check the art:



I was lucky enough to receive an advance copy of the album and it hasn’t left my thoughts since. It’s like a ball of magma being launched from a trebuchet. “Fine Lines” was a delectable little taste, but it turns out that it’s only just the tip of the iceberg. The title track is an obvious favorite, but what strikes me most about it is the strength of its central metaphor; my chief experience of LA Font having been live (in which lyrical clarity almost inevitably gets lost in the mix), I have to admit that I wasn’t entirely prepared for a set of lyrics that is so damn stimulating. An solid lyric like “We lost our faith in the American Leagues / too many dopers batting fourth, it seemed” accomplishes enough on it’s own, but it’s really the pair of lines that follow that make it: “If we wanted dopers we could easily / step outside our homes.” That changes everything in just about the most interesting way I can think of. Another favorite of mine is “Lone Wolf Boys,” whose first couple minutes are home to mellow Americana (in which Danny’s vocals never cease to remind me of early Secret Machines) that quickly evolves into one of the most glorious series of buildups in recent memory, the vocals riding the sharp guitar lines with a natural ease. And of course the album closer, “Metal Box,” is unforgettable, it’s anthemic guitar line acting as a complicated figure of catharthis, its melody foreshadowing a deceptively simple but ultimately haunting set of lyrics.

This album’s probably going to make my top ten of the year and I really don’t think it’s because of my relationship with the band. Thinking as objectively as I can, I believe that this is a serious accomplishment; great songs with great lyrics and great arrangements, released on a great medium (vinyl) with a great tracklist of a great length. Sounds great, don’t it? It is. See you at Origami. – Dominick

LA Font – Fine Lines [mp3]


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