Walk down to your basement. Sit down on a chair, turn on the Thermals and picture them playing in your basement, in the corner, playing two and half minute songs with an amazingly raw sound. Hear the voice, listen to the lyrics - intelligent, creative, pushing the boundaries. Listen to the guitar, the three cords, the simplicity, the energy. Listen to everything.
The Body, the Blood, and the Machine is the third album from The Thermals, a band from Portland, home to other great bands like the Shins and Decemberists, that exploded onto the music scene with a mix of thoughtfulness and dedication.
The Thermals play, record, write because they love music. Their compassion is obvious after listening to the album, its obvious after one or two minutes into the first song. There are no ulterior motives, nothing secondary to the music itself. When I listen to the Thermals, I see myself in some kind of basement, even if its not my own (apartments don't have basements and the one back at home is too filled with junk and wine). I am listening to their music, pure, raw, simple. I am holding a beer and hanging out with friends, listening to the Thermals. The sound bounces off the concrete walls, everyone is dancing, with minimal care. What matters is the music and the atmosphere it creates.
Singer/guitarist Hutch Harris agrees:
"Ever since we started this band, we've always been excited about music, but something about this project we started when we were 26 made us immediately feel like 16 again. Somehow it made us feel super-young and super-energized about making fun music."
The Thermals - Here's Your Future
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