Albums, like the various camera angles of the funeral eulogy, are like scenes of a movie. They are the writer’s chance to tell a story ten times over, from ten different angles, to ten different melodies. Abundant is the creation and deferment of hope; innumerable questions of what keeps lovers apart; what keeps him from getting it together; why she screws up every time. A resourceful writer will rise and strike down hope constantly, put people out of love and into the acrid glare of lost trust a couple times; confess a dozen of his own sins while hiding behind the writer’s mask; take revenge on enemies, and so on. All the while, touching the brush to the canvas – as the pointillist does with stabs of color – dotting guitar chords, barroom piano hits, pump organ swells.
Eulogies’ Walker does just this on the band’s debut self-titled collection. With his voice dipped in reverb, he gently reminds us of the pre-histrionic honesty of Elvis at Sun Studios. With Chris Reynolds’ drums pulsating at his back, Tim Hutton’s typewriter-like bass notes keeping things uncomplicated, Walker lays out his 13 scenes.
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