Falling Slowly, Then All at Once With Cataldo

Cataldo at Timbrrr

Cataldo at Timbrrr photo by morgen

Lately, I’ve been in a music slump. There’s been so much greatness in our dear Emerald City and in 2014 as a whole, but I just haven’t felt that sense of urgency to give my time to it. There is one exception to all of this: Cataldo‘s album Gilded Oldies. I found Cataldo a few years back and from the moment I first heard Prison Boxing, I was hooked. The melancholy mastermind behind this band, Eric Anderson, was lodged in my dreary head. When the opportunity presented itself to see the band at Columbia City Theater, the music was even more than I could have hoped for. Moving and moody and simultaneously bright. As time rolled on, Prison Boxing was a constant companion. The beginning chords of “Deep Cuts” did just that, and “My Heart is Calling” was hope’s anthem. So, what’s to come next? Anderson answered by way of new music, songs I heard for the first time at Neumos, when Cataldo opened for Hey Marseilles. With gusto and a banter, the band shed the grey demeanor most of Prison Boxing was glazed with. Instead the music from Gilded Oldies is sparkling and contagious. A departure from the beards and sweaters the band had armed themselves with; now you find the men of Cataldo in suits with Anderson giving his best impression of Ben Gibbard a la the Postal Service, unexpected swagger and all. But if you tend to sway towards the darkness a little more, don’t fret: lyrics in songs like “Sinkhole” let the listener know that even in technicolor OZ, there’s still some shit to tread through. There was a slow burn to my love of Prison Boxing. With Gilded Oldies, there is urgency—I want to shout from the rooftops (or more accurately, from every social media network) how great this album, and band, is.  The show this Saturday night at Columbia City Theater will be a great one, and I hope you can join me to experience the horns from “The Beast” in all their glory.
Gilded Oldies by Cataldo

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