The Cold Beat & Movers and Shakers – Split 7"
Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

This is an upcoming split from two Boston based bands The Cold Beat and Movers & Shakers drumming up the old roots/Americana rock territory that immediately sends you thinking of the obvious comparisons. You know them; I don’t need to go through them. Anyway, The Cold Beat apparently already has an EP to their name titled Dumbwaiter. If it’s like the two songs on this split then I may very well be tracking that down. They seem to be playing it more towards the straight forward indie-rock line, with a couple songs here that throw some big melodies and a memorable chorus at you while still managing to get you feeling down and out. Although it’s not revolutionary by any means, it’s solid stuff. I can get behind a tune like “Tracks” just about anytime I hear it.

The Movers & Shakers side is definitely mining the alt-country of the past couple decades much harder than their companions here, however again it’s done tastefully. I would have to say “Movin’ On” wins out as far as their songs go. Although maybe not intentional, their style of play and general tone makes for a good contrast of emotions from side A to side B with The Cold Beat channeling a bit of desperation while Movers & Shakers provide a bit warmer sound with a glimmer of hope.
The Cold Beat – Tracks (stream)
Movers & Shakers – Movin’ On (stream)
Be on the lookout for this split come early January. In the meantime continue to check in on the bands for more information on this split and to pick up any previous material.
Primarily the trio of Christian Gibbs (vocals/guitar), Nicholas Palumbo (bass), and Kenny Savelson (drums), the NYC based
Earlier this year I took a trip to the Grand Canyon and Vegas. We opted to drive, which took us through parts of New Mexico, Arizona, and Nevada. It being my first trip out there I wasn’t really prepared for how barren and desolate those areas are. Every once and awhile I would drive past these tiny little communities that somehow inexplicably sprung up in the middle of the desert. And every so often you’d see one lonely bar placed off to the edge of the highway, which made me begin to wonder what it would be like to spend my life in one of these places. Trust me, I had plenty of time to think about this as it was all I saw for hours upon hours of scorching hot highway. Pictures of lonely nights sitting with maybe one or two other patrons at a bar staring face down into the bottom of my drink emerged from time to time. And then other times I just envisioned taking the truck I was driving and pulling off onto one of the number of dirt roads that shot off from the highway and then driving aimlessly for miles and miles with the windows down. The only thing missing from this was the perfect soundtrack, which sadly I didn’t have for the trip. However, I believe I have found it, albeit a few months late, but regardless now when I recall those same images all I have to do is put on