October is upon us, but were not all the way into horror-movie mode yet. To cross that bridge, how about a little treat to warm us up for some trickery? Chris Bathgates Creak, Cure, Dawn, off of 2006s Throatsleep, is a jangly, slightly disturbing way to kick off autumn.
Once you press play, a few quiet taps of a single chime echo ever so briefly, before a deep, driving distortion melts your speakers, evolving gradually into Bathgates bare, haunted vocals. Tinged with folksy guitar and ominous key changes, the lyrics really sell it, a memento mori for the upcoming season. I learned to sing from the gallows creak, he howls, before devolving directly back into the fuzzy, alarming distortion. A later verse implores, Your red light screams like a buzzing bomba tantalizing pause, and everything explodes back into noise. The coda (creak, cure, dawn) comes again and again, in a way that both possesses and lacks meaningwhere are we going with this? It may not be somewhere rational. Welcome to fall, kids. Hey, was that a shadow behind you just now?