Geoff Farina
Usonian Dream Sequence
[Southern]
Rating: 7.9
Somewhere in Chicago a girl gushes. She clasps onto her headphones
with damp palms, trying to squeeze the smooth sounds of Geoff Farina
deeper into her ears. Her melting arteries, scorched with the molten
blood of her fast beating heart, warm her extremeties with the
knowledge that Geoff's songs are for her. She's a very lucky
girl.
But we're all lucky. We can all hug headphones to our temples and
experience the Romeo-tones and heartbreak of Farina's solo album.
Farina primarily attempts to pay rent with his splendid full- time
band, Karate. On Usonian Dream Sequence, though, Farina
strips it down to just a- boy- and- his- guitar. The simplicity
is endearing. I mean, he could possibly have even recorded this
album from his bed.
Farina's clean voice soothes like hot, milky chamomile. His lyrics
and liquid phrasing captivate alone. One could sit fixated on a
speaker even after extracting the guitar. His heart bleeds
intelligently. His poetry and stories rarely resort to cliches and
fluff. His acoustic songs are short and sweet, built on serene
strumming with occasional accompanying electric touches of quiet
feedback and solos. Hints of country and folk surface, yet the mood
is mainly skeletal pop. The landscape shifts. City skyscrapers
deliquesce into Southwestern palisades. Boulders morph back into
hotdog vendors.
So, just heed this: anyone who holds on dearly to every whisper from
Elliott Smith's lips, should snuggle under a comforter with Geoff Farina.
-Brent DiCrescenzo