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Sometimes I pace my apartment, glance around as if it's not my own, sit at my kitchen table, shove my cuticles down, turn to the fridge, open the door, stare blankly, swing it shut, twist a lock of my hair around my index finger — then I pace again. I want to redecorate but I don't. I want to clean but I won't. Should I eat? I just did. Should I write? I will tomorrow. Should I leave? Where will I go? Don't feel like talking, reading, listening or watching. Don't want to do any of that, don't know why either. My mind runs on, desperate to do something yet against engaging in anything. So I fall into the safety of being inside my head and nowhere else. So I stare, sometimes at nothing out my window, sometimes at the swirling textures in my ceiling, when in fact all I really see is inside me. It's a strange feeling being stuck inside yourself — you want to be free but you just don't know how to get out.

Then, every once in a while, something happens. It lifts you from your slumber and changes everything, like the sun forces night into day. And, if you're me, that something that happens is good music. It dances about the room like good company. The dulling darkness disintegrates into a comforting glow and whispers like a guardian angel in your ear: "You're fine just right here."

It was The Stills whose soothing sounds shook me up out of my head one stagnant evening, warming the room. No longer did I feel the need to occupy myself with reconstructing my surroundings — the music would do it for me. When this happens, it feels as if someone is actually adjusting the lights, causing the room to suddenly take on new form. That insufferable, constantly critical and forever unsatisfied voice shrinks away with the shadows. Suddenly, life's not so bad. Wait, in fact, it's nice, yeah, I'm glad I'm here; feeling alive changes everything.

The Stills four-song debut EP, Remberese, is, yes, only four songs, so does it really merit this kind of review? When you're down and only one out of dozens of records picks you up? Yeah. Sure, maybe they won't even earn two sentences in the history books, but they made me sigh one evening at the dreary load they helped lift from my shoulders. Their sound travels and broods and loves and dances. It's heavily emotional and equally danceable. It could take you back to Manchester, whisking you to those '80s dancehall days complete with Duran Duran's busy beats and New Order's lovely desperation.

But it'll do more than that because it's beautiful music, still so connected to its owners that it pours from the speakers just as it seeped from the band's heart the day they first played it — with striking honesty. Textured with depth and oozing with both animosity and adoration, the EP — with the reverberating riffs at the forefront and pulsating bass not far behind — lingers like the subtle aftertaste of good wine stirring atop your palate. Moving and engaging (equal parts dance floor and stormy night), The Stills' sound breathes, cries, smiles and sighs — a lot like you and I.


by Jenny Tatone




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