He may shudder at the comparison (like, don’t call him Rufus), but we like to think of Chris Garneau as everything we wish Damien Rice actually was: reveling in distraught, heart-wrenching cello-laden tunes with both authenticity and — this is huge — a bit of perspective. Life is sad, yes, and when blessed with a wispy, plaintive voice and fluid piano skills, there’s a lot there to mine. But Chris hints at hope throughout the excellent Music For Tourists, not to mention a classically keen sense for composition (enter Rufus) and Buckley in the voicebox, both in his breathy and vibrato fueled (“Black & Blue”) moments. Consider this, the album’s lead track, a great intro to this promising, young Brooklyn-based songwriter. For fans of Doveman.
If you want more, head to MySpace — and if you’re in NYC, catch him TONIGHT at Tonic.
Music For Tourists is out on Absolutely Kosher.
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had to listen to it a couple times, but it got me.
Quite possibly the worst indie artist
ever. Dont even dare mention Sufjan
in the same breath. A terrible joke.
Meet Indie-Rock’s version of K-Fed.
Chris is great.
One of my more listenable albums…
amazing