The songs of shapeshifting folk ensemble lylas are sparkling bits of
unusual pop. Like a coffin shaped candy bin, lylas populates its world with
bloody nightgowns, suburban dissatisfaction, friendly demons, and pre-teen
princesses with a penchant for the macabre. Here, silent ghosts of
Flannery O'connor and Jeffrey Eugenides watch you accidentally
ride your bike into a neighborhood that at first seems a little too shiny - until one of its peculiar populace takes you by the hand and shows you around. Too much
candy isn't good for you; lylas knowingly weaves dark strings and
unusual instrumentation in and out of its seemingly innocent songs so
that even if you don't catch the lyrics at first, the listener has a
hint that something sinister is afoot. lylas is not for everyone.
There is no outright political or social rage here, no condemnation.
But rather the creation of a self-enclosed world. Understanding that
is essential to understanding this music. Like a beautiful nightmare -
it's the lovely she-vampire, the enticing succubus... you have to be
willing to step into the lylas kingdom. It won't shout at you, but
like a vampire it will love you to death.
I'm sorry if I've destroyed your good musical standing, but I have to tell you that I think I've posted the first Lylas cover on youtube. Please forgive me Kyle.
there was a zombie parade through my town last weekend, they jumped on our car. i thought of y'all and how you would've probably loved the spectacle. great new photos. misses and kisses- xavia
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thanks for your time!
Sam
