Neighbor Lady

Resident Presents

Neighbor Lady

Green Gerry, Minihorse

Mon · April 2, 2018

8:00 pm

$8.00

This event is 21 and over

Neighbor Lady
Neighbor Lady
The missing link between indie-rock and classic country western is Atlanta based Neighbor Lady. Comprised of Emily Braden, Jack Blauvelt, Merideth Hanscom, and Andrew McFarland. Neighbor Lady began as a solo project for Emily Braden, writing music by herself and for herself; lyrically, the songs chronicle events in her personal life and her emotions surrounding those events. After high school, she moved to Athens, Georgia, met guitarist Jack Blauvelt and formed Neighbor Lady, a small band centered on supporting Emily’s songwriting. As Braden puts it, “Neighbor Lady started because I was too nervous to play a show by myself, so I asked my friends to play with me.”

Neighbor Lady’s debut LP “Maybe Later” consists of 7 songs that introduce the band’s foundations of country kissed alt-rock in a poignantly sweet and evocative style- the album shifts fluidly between the dreamy, stripped down, aching melodies of just Braden and her guitar to the powerfully noisy and fiery hooks of the full band. Neighbor Lady’s momentum is indebted to their blend of a powerfully dynamic band paired with Braden’s soaring vocal melodies, creating a sensation both comforting yet heartbreaking in the same moments.

For listeners of Fleetwood Mac, Wilco, Patsy Cline, and Jenny Lewis.

Friendship Fever is happy to close the polarizing gap between here and there with the release of “Maybe Later” on May 11th, 2018.
Green Gerry
Green Gerry
Gerry Green Is Green Gerry.
Minihorse
Curled up in a nest of fuzz pedal guts, Minihorse guitarist Ben Collins realized one night that his dreams have no meaning. All that circuit wiring, as it turns out, is a harness for trapping delusions.

The band explores that revelation over the unresolved pop progressions of debut EP Big Lack, shrugging off the big dumb universe with a wry tunefulness. Tracked at Collins’s home studio amid tinkerings with a prototype electrode headband, the record leaks out of headphones like slow direct current.

Minihorse's genetic inheritance is a recombination of bedroom transistor wizards like Bob Pollard, cruising guitar rock into the outer valences of space in a shit-can convertible, and the brandied humor of Evan Dando and Alex Chilton, approaching the void with a pack of cigarettes.

Cooing sarcasm over a wallop of scuzzy power pop, Collins pokes at misfit notions of belonging or purpose with a Jason Lytle sigh. “Hollywood painted it black/Wait. Paint it back,” he jokes before the dam breaks on “Drink You Dry.”

Collins and his fellow Ypsilanti yntroverts, bassist Christian Anderson and drummer John Fossum, are giddy with their musical contraptions. They scatter hooks like firecrackers on a blacktop throughout opener “Blueblack” and beat down doors with cool-headed kraut jam “Pinstripe Web.”

With breezy “Thriller”, Collins grips the tape reel, jerking the recording into warbled askew against a hummable fuzz bass counterpoint that coats the band’s keen insight:

"The thrill is not what's gone/It never was."
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