I got an altogether lovely crash course in the music of Fort Frances last night when they (well, 2/3 of them) opened for Bahamas here in Chicago. They make the kind of gorgeous, heartbreaking music that’s right in my wheelhouse, with lyrics written on late night/early morning El rides and melodies written in bedrooms. Their songs are full of honest introspection and sad realizations, the sort that sound best on late night walks or over morning coffee. It was their sadly sweet tune ‘The Lowlands’ that wedged itself deep in my as soon as I heard it last night, so much so that my first order of business this morning was to hunt it down and hear it again. It was just as good the second time. And the twenty-fifth.
You can get familiar with Fort Frances’ work on Bandcamp, on their site, or on Noisetrade (where you can snag their stellar debut album, The Atlas, for the price of your email). You have 3 ways to do something that will make you very happy. Enjoy.