Weekend Showcase 4.18 edition buzzes with a more typical forty-five (45) songs from artists and bands representing 11 countries. Learn more here:
http://therevue.ca/2018/05/12/weekend-showcase-4-18

Weekend Showcase 4.18

Direct Sunlight is the sound of summer romance, road trips, and rock climbing adventures. Meshing poppy drums with bright mandolin and dreamy synths, Direct Sunlight takes you behind the wheel, cruising down the open road at sunset.

Direct Sunlight

Words

Available on iTunes, Spotify and Google Play Sept 9.

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Broken Man

My album 'A Real Romantic' is out now! This song ++++ more
https://eliza.lnk.to/ARealRomantic

Wasn't Looking

Mansion Door

Shakey Graves - Mansion Door

From the debut album Light.  Available June 1, 2018 from Western Vinyl.

Bandcamp https://julianadaugherty.bandcamp.com/
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/light/1352432904?ls=1&app=itunes
WV http://westernvinyl.com/shop/wv148

It’s hard to imagine that Juliana Daugherty’s softness and subtlety could materialize amid the tumult of current-day Charlottesville, VA, but every mode of being continues in the people of Charlottesville, as it does elsewhere, despite the impressions headlines might give. Despite the societal ills that dominate our screens, private struggles still exist, and Daugherty’s debut Light gives them palatable, manageable, and satisfying form.

“I wrote this record partly to strip mental illness of its power,” Daugherty says. She adds, “There is nothing useful or beautiful to be gleaned from the experience of depression.” Though this statement seems contrary to the romantic tone of Light, it’s refreshing to hear an artist speak of their own depression with objectivity, unwilling to be charmed by the gloom. Daugherty wields her songcraft like a sword, not a diary to be buried in a drawer.

As one listens, it becomes clear that Light was not a title chosen despite the gravity of its subject matter-- romantic struggle, abject depression, and throbbing vulnerability-- but rather in service of it. Light, so to speak, comes when we give shape to what haunts us.

Light  

Juliana Daugherty - "Player"

This song is about the parts of us we lose. For me, that was getting tendonitis and having to put down my guitar. An acoustic amputation, the loss of a limb.  A year after putting down my guitar, when I was just about healed, I was encouraged by an audience of new friends and strangers to play some songs on my guitar. I took my place in front of everyone, and my fingers settled into a familiar G. But the next chord never came. I couldn’t remember a single song I’d written. Smiling faces looked up at me, telling me I could do it. But really, I could not. The words were all gone. Finally, I sat back down, startled. 

Lyrics: 
I’m foaming at the mouth to
Play you a song
Homesick for my fretboard
Where I once belonged

Gin to keep my heart warm
To intoxicate
Searching for semantics
While my tonic’s away

Oo I lost myself
Phone keys wallet 
Is there anything else?

  I’m falling out my pockets
Strewn on the ground
Somewhere there’s a world for
My lost and not found

You ask me to remind you
I already forgot
Shuffled are the details
Mismatched are all the socks
 How much does free time cost?

Oo I lost myself
Phone keys wallet 
Is there anything else?

Dust on my piano
Graveyard of guitars
Acoustic amputation
Make sense of the scars

An audience before me
The words were all gone
Silent is the singer
Forgotten are the songs

Oo I lost myself
Phone keys wallet 
Is there anything else?

Oo I lost myself
Phone keys wallet 
Is there anything else?

Timeism EP

Phone Keys Wallet

As an artist it’s my duty and privilege to sniff out adventure, make mischief, and splash in all the puddles. I walk through life seeking to understand and absorb the human experience; to uncover deeply personal sentiments, then transform them into music which resonates universally. I’m just a piece of paper, walking around hoping to document what I see in a way that others can relate to. 

Lyrics:
Call me often
Had to make time
Cash me in boy
I’m such a dime

Under cover
Like it’s a crime
Under covers
Had to make time 


I call the drummer
Cuz he’s so fine
I kiss the drummer
In my spare time

Syncopation 
Rappin’ my thigh
Roll a joint so 
We can stay high  

Well I’m just a piece of paper
No better than a Dixie Cup
Scorin’ the ground for a pencil
Tryna fill my pages up
For better and for worse

Here’s a sure way
To feel alive
Let curiosity kill ya
Eight times

Well I don’t trust no
Sky with no moon
Cuz my stars all 
Fall out of tune

Well I’m just a piece of paper (yep!)
No better than a Dixie Cup
Scorin’ the ground for attention
Tryna fill my ego up
For better and for worse

There’s no resting
For a sea shore
Cuz the waves gon’ 
Always want more

And I’m a tide so
 I’m gonna swoon
Waver in waves
That’s what tides do 

Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm
Mmmmm

Better, Worse

Beyondless

Hurrah

"Future Me Hates Me" is taken from The Beths' forthcoming album, "Future Me Hates Me."

AVAILABLE HERE
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TOUR
January 24th - Olympia - Dublin, IRE +
January 25th - Albert Hall - Manchester, UK +
January 26th - O2 Academy - Glasgow, UK +
January 28th - Rock City - Nottingham, UK +
January 29th - O2 Academy - Leeds, UK +
January 30th - O2 Academy - Bristol, UK +
February 1st - Eventim Apollo - London, UK +
February 2nd - Le Trianon - Paris, FR +
February 3rd - De Roma - Antwerp, BE +
February 5th - TivoliVredenburg Grote Zaal - Utrecht, NL +
February 6th - Live Music Hall - Cologne, DE +
February 7th - Astra - Berlin, DE +
February 9th - Grosse Freiheit - Hamburg, DE +
February 10th - Vega - Copenhagen, DK +
February 11th - Cirkus - Stockholm, SE +
February 12th - Sentrum Scene - Oslo, NO +
February 26th - The Garrison - Toronto, ON
February 27th - Casa del Popolo - Montreal, QC
February 28th - Brighton Music Hall - Boston, MA
March 1st - Music Hall of Williamsburg - Brooklyn, NY
March 2nd - Union Stage - Washington, DC
March 3rd - First Unitarian Church - Philadelphia, PA
March 5th - Beachland Ballroom - Cleveland, OH
March 6th - Lincoln Hall - Chicago, IL
March 7th - The Basement - Nashville, TN
March 8th - The Earl - Atlanta, GA
March 9th - Savannah Stopover - Savannah, GA
March 16th - Deep Ellum Art Company - Dallas, TX
March 17th - Satellite Bar - Houston, TX

+ w/ Death Cab For Cutie

p + c 2018 Carpark Records

The Beths - Future Me Hates Me

This Dance

Chapped Lips (featuring Samuel T Herring)

Surfside

Hey boy I see you slide into my DMs
Late in the night treating me like ampm
Know what? Come to think of it I’ve had a bit more fun ever since I went and dyed my hair blonde

A guy at the party asked me girl, is it natural?
Like your mom’s tits! I replied... that ain’t factual
It took more dough than a bakery would know what to do with so I’m broke, but I got the looks to prove it

And fuck the patriots
And fuck the patriarchy
Yeah I could give a shit about you and your Tom Brady
I had a blast here at your Super Bowl Party 
I’m sorry I’m not as much fun as I used to be

I don’t wonder why they talk
I just wonder what they say (x2)

I’ve encountered this phenomena every which direction
where boys talk at me and don’t ask any questions
and I’m wondering how to handle it these boys are so oblivious and I am busy I ain’t got no time for it

Ya know I don’t give a shit about your boring-ass story but your face is hella pretty and I’m really horny
I can only nod my head so much before my neck cries out in pain,
“leave this loser, get you a man with…”

SOCIAL SKILLS! We don’t all have ‘em!
I need a boy to sweep me off my feet like Aladin
Make me feel like i’m flying in the clouds like Jasmin
Like hey boy I can show you my world, sit down and listen

Cuz I’ve got so much shit to say, but I sit down to write it out and *poof* it floats away
Like my dreams are too ephemeral to live inside a pencil
They get tossed around the wind so I got good at listening

And fuck the patriots
And fuck the patriarchy
I root for Philadelphia because I like cream cheese
I had a blast here at your Super Bowl Party
I'm sorry I'm not as much fun as I used to be

As I used to be, as I used to be, was I ever?
I don't wonder why they talk, I just wonder what they say... (x2)
 
How picky do I need to be? 
I ask myself as he talks incessantly
Yeah he’s cute and he went to an Ivy League 
And likes dogs and his mom and photography

But I’m concerned about his use of apostrophes
And if he can use their and there correctly
and oh no! did he just use the word pussy to mean weak?
If I kicked you in the balls right now boy you’d scream

There’s no debate which could take a pounding
And if you weren’t aware we’re in 2018
More red flags then you’d find in Pyeongchang
If this were the olympics you’d be Russia in the games

Half mast baby cuz you’re dead to me
I’m done fucking boys in their early 20’s
Damn! I ain’t got no time for your immaturity!
I am confident as fuck so fuck your insecurities and…

And fuck the patriots
And fuck the patriarchy
Let's be honest I'm just here to smoke all of your weed
I had a blast here at your Super Bowl Party
I'm sorry I'm not as much fun as I used to be

Super Bowl Party

Esto lo grabamos en casa en cuarentena con los voice notes del iPhone :)

EN CASITA (ft Gabriela)

Lillian Frances is an electronic musician hailing from Davis, CA. She crafts imaginary worlds by collaging together sounds and images that call her attention.  Her unique alt-pop style has been compared to Lorde, Sylvan Esso, and Billie Eilish.

We are not music snobs. We prefer music connoisseurs.

Phone Keys Wallet

Lillian Frances

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