Dear Blanca

I mean, EPs aren’t supposed to be this good, right? The traditional convention of the practice is for fleshing out songs, experimenting a little bit, and providing a bridge between the old and new while whetting fan’s appetites a bit. Dear Blanca missed the memo though because this EP holds its own against several full-lengths recently released, especially those within the genre. And with I Don’t Mean to Dwell, Dear Blanca offer a proclamation that they’re here, and you better believe that, no matter how raw Dylan Dickerson gets lyrically, there's a power behind it all.

With a nice rumbling opening note and the shakiest of voices, “Joint Effort” opens this declaration up by demanding your attention. “Will you consider what I’ve said or dwell on what I’ve done?” delivers a truly fascinating narrative about, without looking too deeply into it, reflection. “Thoughtless” is a lot more boisterous – like the kind of thing that makes you kick your chair back and shout, “This! This is what I've been missing!” It’s rare to hear what we’d consider bass shredding, but we’re pretty convinced that Cam Powell pulled it off on this one.

With “Temporary Solution” already covered, it’s best to give “Do You Believe Me Now” and “Ill at Ease” their fair time to shine. “Do You Believe Me Now” has a pseudo-late 50s muscly sock hop environment to it. Yet, it also feels like a modern tale of many summer nights in the new south with Marc Coty’s drums laying a route for you. As Dickerson sings “they’ll never find us,” you know he isn’t looking back. The closing track, “Ill at Ease,” is pluckier at first, and then, boom - Dear Blanca’s world becomes a bit chaotic/happily accidental in a way that seems to capture the state of our current world really well, but maybe a bit uncomfortably, too.

You know what we’re about to say, but you can pick up the EP now on Dear Blanca's bandcamp. Seriously; do it now. Joey Smith