bingo trappers - "giddy wishes"
quarantine era sounds from the always wonderful sixties/seventies influenced amsterdam based : bingo trappers! its been two years since their previous lp (elizabethan - also released by the same quartet of label domination) and the hits just keep continuing onward. twang and pop stomp flow through these 10 new tracks which skip the overall mention of 2020 and its "weird year" - but still delve into notions that revolve around current topics from time to time. it also marks 25 years since the "more soul" cassette release via shrimper, that solidified the bingo trappers as a presence in the USA, and i for one have been keeping tabs ever since! the album is released in a very limited edition of only 330 copies, less then half gracing the US shores - and comes in multi screened thick color sleeve, with a screened lyric sheet. co-released by the always grand grapefruit (usa) / morc (belgium) / almost halloween time (italy) - - AHT edition comes in individually hand painted one of a kind sleeves. ($16)
1. i saw the ghost of gram parsons
2. amazer amazer
3. leonardo's wings
4. signature style
5. rearranging the light
6. what's the score
7. the buffy cola song
8. radio static
9. repeating stories
10. some change
Just two years out from their excellent Elizabethan LP, Dutch duo Bingo Trappers are back and swinging through the verdant valley of '60s jangle. With the Byrds floating high in their rearview and an opener that references Parsons himself, the band knows how to weave breeze with a tight dash of twang in ways that stick with the listener long after the last notes lift off the air. The idea here is a postcard from the past, but while the hallmarks of the Trappers' sound are certainly dipping into the crux of '60s and '70s, with stops along the '80s college rock ripple, there's something evergreen about their sound. As much as ever these days, the specter of jangle-pop looms large among bands from San Francisco to Melbourne and their ease with country saunter pins them to the current crop of US pickers seeking to find the cosmic lay lines once again.
It's another bittersweet batch from songwriter Waldemar Noë, full of dashed hopes, lost loves and, well, the ghost of Graham Parsons. Along with Wim Elzinga he makes the past potent once again while making the mundane shine with a glow that's entrancing. Elzinga fleshes out the songs with subtle touches and glycerine arrangements that belie the fact that its just the two of them. The band's been a consistent underground surge since the mid-90s, and this is honestly another gem in a long discography of likeminded works, but even if you've never encountered the Trappers before, jangle fans ought to feel this sink into the soul. - raven sings the blues