There aren’t many good ways to alleviate a Phono del Sol hangover, but listening to the music of folk-rock trio Owl Paws certainly helps. No, it may not heal my sunburns or soothe my blistering head or palliate my aching bones (wow I sound old; it wasn’t boot camp, it was a music festival!), but their gorgeous harmonies and mournful melodies make the morning go by just that much easier. By the time I reach “Cold Lead Bath” on their latest EP of the same name, and after downing a full pot of coffee, I’m practically cured.
Consisting of members Derek Schultz, Timothy Vickers and Lucas Siobal, the ensemble weaves voices and inspired instrumentation in unique ways to produce folk music that is at once beautiful, haunting and atmospheric, the kind of music you hear in one of those dreams that escapes your consciousness the moment you awake. The lyrics are equally esoteric, full of ghosts and shadows, ephemeral imagery and fleeting glimpses of hope far off in the distance. “Death is no dream,” Schultz sings on the band’s darkest offering “Gloomy Sunday”, “for in death I’m caressin’ you / With the last breath of my soul, I’ll be blessin’ you.” Like I said, perfect music for a hangover.