Durand Jones & The Indications’ debut album is a $452.11 time capsule. As the needle touches red vinyl, Quiff tumbles backwards into glorious nostalgia. Nostalgia for childhood, the strains of Motown and Atlantic rising through the house filling it with joy and yearning and unity. After all, it was about the only thing we could all agree on. Nostalgia, for the early halcyon days of music. The delicate guitar and throbbing drums of Make A Change or the gentle rousing horns of Can’t Keep My Cool, seems to have escaped pure and untainted from the 1960s, as if someone had stumbled across some long forgotten tape while clearing out the garage. And nostalgia for the days when word of mouth and record store clerks could take a student album and turn it into a quiet phenomenon, the swagger and style of Smile pouring forth from battered speakers to brighten the corners of a thousand days.
photo by P Squared