On Sunday the Twilight Sad performs its debut in full at the Empty Bottle
, a promising show that falls somewhere between "too soon" and "what really?" on the nostalgia spectrum. The Scottish shoegaze outfit's fantastic first album, Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters
, came out seven years ago, and so little time has passed since then that I'm not inclined to approach this performance like it's a time machine. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't have some sentimental attachment to the band. When I was in college I helped run a club that booked the Twilight Sad for a show in the fall of 2007 at our campus coffeehouse, a small circular room in a castle that couldn't contain the group's melancholic wall of sound. I'd like to think my affection for Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters
isn't distorted by the fond memory of watching this band play for me and a few dozen folks who actually enjoyed stuffing our ears with paper towels to withstand noise, but I'm in a reflective mood. I turned 29 the other day, my ten-year high school reunion is apparently happening next week, and the Twilight Sad is playing an album that doesn't feel old enough to get the "play a classic album in full treatment."
Fourteen Autumns & Fifteen Winters has been great to listen to while grappling with my strange feelings about aging. I'm still enraptured by much of the album, including the slow-burning, impressionistic "I'm Taking the Train Home," which is today's 12 O'Clock Track.