We are so excited to have finally arrived in London, where we'll go see our friends Caitlin Rose & Nitasha Jackson perform before running over to Paris for ten days where we'll be playing a couple shows and doing a bunch of press for the french release of "ISLANDS". How was that for a big run on sentence?

Here's the details on the shows, and look out for videos/press/etc as the weeks go along:

December 8, 2009 8:00 PM
Le Baron
6, Avenue Marceau, Paris, France 75008

December 10, 2009 8:00 PM
La Fleche d'Or
102, Rue de Bagnolet, Paris, 75020

As many of you know, "Islands" is currently out now in the US (UK in November) and I wanted to tell you how you can get your hands on it.

Get it at iTUNES NOW

or GET THE VINYL (w/ Free Digital Download)

LISTEN/READ MORE HERE

 

 

Nashville musician Keegan DeWitt came to us earlier in the spring, all weary-boned and saggy lidded, having driven straight from Nashville, Tennessee, for this taping and a show later in the evening at the pizza parlor below our humble confines. He then got into the van to drive straight back home through the night so that one of his travel partners could be at a nannying gig at 8:30 a.m. and they needed every second of available time to get there. He brought with him a quartet of string players and it brought up a very good point: A man, with the Randy Newman-esque voice and husky love-abiding lyrics of DeWitt, should make every effort to do all of his traveling with similar company, even if one-fourth of that traveling company would make a return trip nearly obscene. His band of pretty ladies, with their arched fingers and their cathedral tones, were the most pristine complement to the innocent and sweet words of love's lovely turbulence, which boomed from his throat like a dessert car on a locomotive. The combination of sounds - DeWitt's voice, the stringed harmonies, the backing vocals, a wood-fire guitar pushing out its kisses and bear hugs - is spellbinding and knee-locking. It makes you stand there, slack-jawed and wobbly as if the room were filled with aerosol gases and solvents. It's the kind of natural high that springs from a day of dipping into a crystal clear lake with friends, a relaxing piece of conversation and a drink, then falling hard away to a well-earned and satisfied slumber. It's in seeing a blinding bit of sunlight cutting through the clouds and opening upon a scenic view that spreads out for dozens of miles and there's not another sound around, but the shuffling of your own feet and pockets. You can see the trees down that gully and they look like pillows, not anything that would scrape the skin from your forearms if you were to jump into them. It's the beauty about the distance, how it softens everything and creates an inviting landscape that might be drinkable. DeWitt writes his songs with such a gentle touch - the odes and the ballads that wave like flannel sheets drying in the breeze - that they buzz down to you, swooping into your cheeks and for ear whispers, the way fireflies might if they were more social. The songs are mystics themselves, making times of sweetnesses and golden lights, asking us to just pull up a chair around the glowing and the flames, all of which is good for us, all of which will make our skin shine and be more elastic. They are pieces of music that offer a redefinition to a head and a soul if a day is going into the gutter or if it's already there. Somehow, no matter if you're a believer, as far from one as possible or you split the difference, they make you think about an afterlife where there are trumpets, no stains, pleasant smiles and green, green grass at every turn. DeWitt sings, "Where are all the hidden tongues that speak to me," and he can't be meaning snakes or the other forked tongues that are famously out there speaking under their breaths, but rather the angelic forces that he pays

 

It's been an insanely busy couple weeks. We've been on the road throughout the East Coast and spending time with quality friends up in New York and Boston. Today, we were featured at Paste for their "Live at Paste!" sessions. We did a couple songs, including a cover of the amazing Bat For Lashes song "Daniel".

I keep updating the video links, but it seems that Paste keep changing them, so I'll simply provide a link directly over to paste: VIEW THE VIDEOS

Just got this in the ol' inbox. Wow.

 

THE DAILY TARHEEL

Keegan Dewitt
Islands

Pop

4.5 of 5 stars

Keegan DeWitt has embarked upon the third phase of his full-length career, and on Islands, his latest release, he demonstrates the dexterity of the highest quality musicians, crafting a menagerie of delicate, cinematic songs that beg to be explored.

DeWitt’s voice, like a blanket on a cold rainy day, is the album’s biggest asset. From the first song on Islands, DeWitt’s purr instantly draws the listener in, transferring the emotion packed into the lyrics directly to his audience.

Like Roman Candle, the band that produced Islands and with which he regularly plays, DeWitt never falters in intensity. Instead, he translates the frantic energy of his rock and roll counterparts and fellow Nashville crooners into a soft, powerful brand of pop.

And while Islands utilizes a plethora of instruments, the album never loses its effortlessness. DeWitt maintains a nuanced softness that never sounds contrived or overdone — on the contrary, he makes harmonica-laden tunes like “Walk Alone,” a sorrowful song about the difficulties of starting anew after an unsuccessful relationship, sound perfectly natural.

“Complicated” epitomizes everything that DeWitt gets right on Islands. From its initial chords, the  melody transfixes as he sings “Need it, fake it, you can’t complicate it, it’s love.”

The bittersweet lyrics and steady, building momentum create an incredible intimacy, especially when violins and trumpets whine slowly in the background.

The depth on Islands — ranging from its haunting vocals to its multi-dimensional instrumentation — seems limitless, the kind of record that withstands multiple listens without ever growing dull. Islands is like an iceberg— and clearly, DeWitt aims to engage listeners far below surface level.