Limitiertes transparent-orange Vinyl. Die texanische Sonne brennt unerbärmlich in dem exzellenten Kollabo-Song der drei Khruangbins aus Houston und dem R&B-Sänger Leon Bridges aus Fort Worth. “Big sky country, that’s what they call Texas,” sagt Khruangbin-Bassistin Laura Lee says über die sich weit erstreckende Horizont-Linie ihres Heimat-Bundesstaates, die sich v.a. auf dem Highway offenbart. Ein in schönsten Farben leuchtender Song mit leichtem Melancho-feeling und integrierter Pedal Steel-Gitarre. Dazu 3 weitere Songs.
About the album Driving anywhere in Texas can cost you half a day, easy. For example, it’ll take you over four hours just to get from R&B singer Leon Bridges’ hometown of Fort Worth down to Houston, where the psychedelic wanderers in Khruangbin hail from. The state is vast, crisscrossed with rugged expanses of road flanked by limestone cliffs and granite mountains, forests of pine and mesquite, miles of desert or acres of sprawling grassland, all depending on what part you’re in. And it’s all baking under the Texas Sun that lends its name to Bridges and Khruangbin’s new collaborative EP.
“Big sky country, that’s what they call Texas,” Khruangbin bassist Laura Lee says. “The horizon line goes all the way from one side to another without interruption. There’s something really comforting about that.”
On Texas Sun, these two members of the state’s musical vanguard meet up somewhere in the middle of that scene, in the mythical nexus of Texas’ past, present, and future – a dreamy badlands where genres blur as seamlessly as the terrain. It calls equally to the cowboys bootscooting at Billy Bob’s in Fort Worth, the chopped-and-screwed hip-hop fans rattling slabs on the southside of Houston, the art-school kids dropping acid in Austin, the cross-cultural progeny who grew up on listening to both mariachi and post-hardcore out on the Mexican borders of El Paso. All of these things, overlapping in a multicoloured melange, purple hues as vivid and unpredictable as one of the state’s rightfully celebrated sunsets.
A journey through homesick reminiscences, backseat romances, and late-night contemplations, the kind of record made for listening with the windows down and the road humming softly beneath you. Like the highways that inspired it, Texas Sun is guaranteed to get you where you’re going—especially if you’re in no particular hurry to get there.