Pictured: Everest. Stealing the souls of hitchhikers since 2005.
Everest is an alt-country band from California. They sound like what would happen if Michael Stipe took over The Cardinals and got a severe case of catchy-awesome-hook syndrome. It’s all there, the build ups, the sweet melodies, the twangy guitar, and the organ. I have a feeling this album is only going to get better as we approach the melancholy months of Fall, but even as it stands now, I can’t get enough. There’s something to be said for a band that doesn’t reinvent the wheel, but does something that’s been done before in such a novel concept that it seems fresh and new. I don’t know how deft of a sentence that is, but it’s heartfelt.
Rebels in the Roses is the heartbeat of Everest’s record. It is all crashing guitars, melodrama, and heart fluttering tremolo. Everest never loses sight of the goal of music, to make you feel things more deeply than previously thought possible. You might crinkle your nose at the idea, but Everest takes your crinkle and busts right through it. Seriously, just listen to the bridge and I won’t have to explain. Good job California, you finally gave me an emotion besides “happy” and “excited about surfing.”
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