In the fair city of Detroit...

The other day, I picked up an album by Blanche, a band from Detroit that I heard about recently. Oddly enough, I think it might have been the photo I saw of them last week that intrigued me, more than descriptions of their music did. Then I found their adorable website, and this image, and this one, and I was in love. Good thing I love the album, too.
Pitchforkmedia (whoever they are) give the album, called "If We Can't Trust the Doctors," a rating of 6.7. They say "It's a record for drama queens." Which is exactly why I like it.

Listen to clips here. The review on that site says "Their debut album ‘If We Can’t Trust The Doctors’ is a remarkable, twisted masterpiece that ignores the scene sounds of their native Detroit in favour of gothic infused Americana."

and from their own website:
"In the fair city of Detroit, nestled among the garage-rock nooks and country crannies, lurks the music of Blanche. Husband and wife Dan and Tracee Miller trade intense and haunting vocals over an uneasy sea of pedal steel, banjo, raw guitar sounds, and sparse, driving drumming. The moods created in the songs seem to define Blanche. Some songs are sad and pretty, while others have a powerful, spooky feel. The melodies trick you into singing along with tales of superstitions, garbage picking, fading trust, and feelings of lost hope. The sound combines the intense desperation of the Gun Club, the sincere sadness of the Carter Family, and the creepy playfulness of Lee Hazlewood."