Another fantastic Devotchka show on the books!

Devotchka is the soundtrack I want to live in at times. Or, maybe, in planning my own wake, I want everyone to swoon under Tom's magic violin spell. Yeah, that's it... or just let Nick Urata croon his heart out and whistle my tune in an almost Enio Mariccon spaghetti western style. Then again, it could be the mariachi balads and the fact that every other song is about the loss to come and you remember back to when you were 16 and listening to The Cure's pictures of you seemed like the only tonic for the heart ache you didn't have but needed to feel human. But you're older now, more mature, sophisticated, saavy and read reviews and think yo have discerning taste, and you need a new elixir for modernity's modern pangs, and so you turn to something that melts the ashes of mariachi, tango, flamenco, klezmer and well crafted rock into a beautiful, beautiful malady.... Yeah, you should go out and listen to Devotchka, you won't regret it. If you need a little more urging, I'm giving you a review which I think is spot on...



From Filter Magazine- "Devotchka may be the best band in America youve never heard of. This fascinating little quartet from Denver Colorado has made a wistful, beautifully-arranged something that isnt really an indie rock record, and isnt really a jazz record, and isnt really a mariachi/norteno (or Eastern European) folk record. Its the album you put on when you want to wallow, when you want to brood, when you want to shut your windows and close your blinds and lose yourself in the wistful tragedy of love and loss and hope and nostalgia that bubbles to the surface in all of your darker, finer moments. And though it could easily be the soundtrack to One Hundred Years of Solitude (what, with all the horns and guitars and the crooning Nick Urata), its actually more spiritually related to the darker and finer moments of, say, Modest Mouse. (Night on the Sun the-world-is-ending-right-here-in-this-guitar-delay Modest Mouse, not the newly-minted disco Mouse). It makes you think. It makes you long. It makes you dream. And if you can listen to the aching troubador ballad Dearly Departed without feeling the suffocating sensation of tearing flesh from bone that accompanies any true loss, then you havent loved and you havent lost and you shouldnt kid yourself that your better for it." -Mikel Jolet 11/19/04