Gladshot

I often feel band about a lot of the bands that send me music to listen with an aim of getting me to write about it. First of all, more often than not, I’ll end up not writing about them simply because I don’t really like the music. This in itself I tend to feel bad about too. A band goes to the effort of sending their music to a nobody like myself and I then do nothing with it. The ones I feel worse for though are the ones that have ended up on my CD PILE OF DOOM.

The CD PILE OF DOOM is a pile of promo albums and singles that I simply haven’t listened to yet. At any given time, there will be between 50 and 100 discs on it. In a logical system, I’d listen to the oldest ones first, but sadly gravity conspires against that kind of thinking so it tends to be that I get through a couple of the top and then add five more to it. For those competent in the laws of mathematics, you can tell that this doesn’t work out very well for the discs residing on the pile.

Every now and again though, I’ll blitz the pile and find something wonderful hidden within it’s depths. Today I discovered . I have no idea how long their disc has been trapped there. I think it’s about six months, but given I have discs near the bottom that have been there since 2006, who can really tell?

Gladshot are a pop-rock duo from New York that tend to meet my most of my favourite bits of a band. Boy-girl vocals, sweeping melodies, and there’s even a piano in here too, and if anything can turn me round on a pop record, it’s a piano. The package adds up to make a delightful summer sound. So it’s probably best I didn’t pull it out in winter.

I realise it’s remarkably self-indulgent to spend almost the entire post talking about my lack of organisation rather the music itself, but it’s been one of those days. I suppose it’s also proof that digital distribution is a godsend for people like me.