The lyrics seem to skew an onlooker’s perspective of the ever-morphing relationship these two share. It’s a relationship full of extremes, both poetic and musical. Even the line between spectator and spectacle blurs as some crowd members in themselves become a canvas for the art being produced onstage. The opposition between the two forces is only heightened when the band brings its buzz-building show to the stage as both Fay and Dreimanis physically exercise their interpersonal demons via everything from bite marks to blown kisses. It’s often a war waged between clashing personalities in a frame that shares two perspectives of the same relationship – at times conflicted, at times chaotic, most times just downright bewildering. Lyrically, the pair plays with the juxtaposition of gender roles and perspectives, distorting social preconceptions. Most special about a July Talk experience, though, is the foiling of Dreimanis and Fay as personas who they are inside or outside of the public eye and just what it is that exists between them. It’s a very unique blend that borrows from different decades and domains, though where those influences begin and end is cleverly disguised. He found her they founded July Talk.ĭespite their relatively young union, the primary pair behind July Talk has already established its own sonancy: a sound rooted in roots and Americana with the dual-voice charm of Johnny and June, the creepy quirkiness of Tom Waits, and the hooks of Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. Clear-headed the next day, he started his search for the stranger from the bar with whom he seemingly shared a soul. He sat listening, dumfounded, dreaming up ideas for what could come to be between the two of them. It took only seconds of strumming and dreamy, dulcet singing for Dreimanis to realize he’d met his muse. Lulled in lethargy, he paid little attention to the beat-up acoustic guitar being passed from patron to patron around him that was until it found its home in the hands of Leah Fay. Upon returning to his hometown of Toronto, Canada, from a final European tour with his band, Peter Dreimanis sat sweaty and half-drunk in a candlelit basement bar, nursing a drink, debating his next musical pursuit.
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