Pairing up with our friends at Sofar Sounds, we recently hosted a special, intimate gathering in the basement of Baeble HQ, introducing a handful of bands to a roomful of newly converted fans. See, the way these Sofar shindigs work is partygoers have no idea what lies in store for them until the musicians are before them. Kicking off our evening, The Hill and Wood initially revealed themselves as a beautiful, slow burning folk outfit. Lead by principle songwriter Sam Bush, the Charlottesville VA based band eventually kicked a little electric, Southern flair our way, intensifying as the set went along. Have a look at the first of four sessions captured in collaboration with our friends at Sofar.
Well I took this stand to witness to a bench of judges To tell them what I thought love is They all had your face And I raised my hand and stared them all right in the eye But to my surprise, I had nothing to say One by one they all left the premises Left me wondering what the matter was I had a file of written pages And I opened up it, I had nothing but X's And I woke up alone for the first time I can remember It was the 10th of September, the other days I haven't looked outside but I heard there's been a change in weather Since we were together, the other day Meet my shrink in the morning mirror Wait for you to make it clearer Impassive negotiation Thinking about the other's feelings It's been so long since the midnight madness Instead of the battle they wouldn't take her Trying to figure her to get behind me Fall back asleep so that you can remind me One, two, three, four, five, six. So we leave at dawn, we head for hills that you can always see across We head for roads that are aglow with little crosses all down the line Searching for a town where both our busy feet will finally reach the ground Wherever both out restless hearts can settle down, we're hoping to arrive Hide no longer while, forgotten how to see my actions as a child Who never thought of life as ever on a trial who never made her cry So take me further west but keep me somewhere in the middle of the chest I always thought that I would find a place of rest somewhere in central time, oh Over on the coast, don't turn it into such a sorry hapless ghost I've grown so tired of this sharp and quick riposte, I'm begging for a change I read in which it's hard, I do with waking up a little Oh my heart I only love the places they never saw I only love what's strange Ice around the road and the sky is full of love and falling snow If we survive there will be stories to be told, if only we survive But that's not to say, that you would rather have it any other way The higher price is so worth the higher pay with such a soulful, oh Through the dawn we had the back door their lies and intruders, trails and seed Could have sworn he's been here before, I'm always isn't sure if it'd memory or dream Winter falls back in the place, I'm waking with my hands to my face Feel the breath of a terrible beast crawl over my shoulders and down in my feet Don't wait here from the shore Oh, spit all over the floor Oh, keeps the stranger at bay Oh, but he won't stay away I don't fear the things that are dear Like falling in rivers when I was a kid All the things that I now fear All hid in the shadows, still yet to appear They will come and go, oh Pull you in for a show, oh They might not look the same, oh But they still know your name, oh All the letters that I wrote to you Never made it to the postman's hand All the times I could have followed through Tried too hard to understand All the answers that have come to me Only did 'cause I was serious All the good that I've seen so far Ever happened because I've tried so hard If you come alone Step right in Everyone is giving birth to something When you feel like you're in so deep You're still looking for the mountain pass Can't be dreaming if you're not asleep Got to let it go and that won't last Was your dark full of diamonds Got to go and fetch one out Can you write it honest now Can you ask a question, hey-ey You don't need a reason To let a good thing grow You can bear it if I say so - Thank you.
Hailing from Charlottesville, indie-rock sentries The Hill and Wood have been one of Virginias most critically adored new-fangled band for over two years. Led by Boston native Sam Bush, the band has shifted from their folk-pop roots and integrated themselves into a multifaceted and stratified sound comparable at times to the chamber-pop melodies of Belle & Sebastian, at other times the symphonic, orchestral swells of Bishop Allen and Wilco. The musics firm foundation is Bush's songwriting, deftly communicating the anxieties of expectation and the malaise of the modern identity, all the while uncovering rare and unexpected moments of relief.
After launching their first and highly anticipated full-length album in November of 2011, The Hill and Wood have been touring the country for a year, playing SXSW, CMJ and several other festivals as well as recording a Daytrotter session. Having taken their time to do it right, their sound has grown professional without losing its sincerity, and they bear out a promising sign for what's to come as they begin to record a second album in 2013.