The Traditionist

Is there value in anything for its years alone? Could wear and tear – essentially scars of survival – be worn as medallions and earned acclaim? An old door knob is kept in the process of a move because it was once on a door in the 1920s, handling hands that went on to wrinkle and find graves. They’re worth money, these door knobs and miscellaneous old Coke bottles, beer signs and threshing machines. Old buttons made from seashells and copies of the Saturday Evening Post are held onto, not just for sentimental reasons, but for ones that have no argument. Old people, without any regard for what they actually accomplished in their salad days and productive times, are seen as treasured old bags of skin, bone and hazy memory. Their stories and experiences get credit for simply being aged, for having happened so long ago. It’s value by hour glass, accreditation by time gone passing. The vintage is hunted and the new is looked at leeringly, conspicuously as if it will only let us down. Give it time, give it time is the approach to newness if it doesn’t work or strike immediately. A band is supposed to give us the new sound, however, encouraged to shuck all influences and to sound like nothing that’s ever come before it. The magnitude of such an undertaking is colossal and the very idea of it is the definition of daunting by every angle. Crack a new egg, they all cry from the rafters. Los Angeles’ The Antiques find their share of value in the dated – not necessarily the sounds of the past, but in the wrong or right ways of Depression Era times and thereabouts. Those years might be incorrect, but what’s in the songs that Joey Barro writes and sings, is a bridge to a time when if you wanted a beer, you had to brew it yourself. If you wanted gum or to grill steaks, you had to mix your own chewing paste and strategize where the meat could be attained, and for what price. A harder life and a simpler level of involvement weren’t absurdities. The ease at which anything is now accomplished would have never been believed when Capone was running Chicago or when Buffalo Bill Cody was taking his traveling circus across the country by train or to Europe by boat. Annie Oakley was just a folk legend back in those days – despite the enormity of her stature and name – but today, her every move would be found on CNN crawls. She’d be Angelina Jolie or Eva Longoria, be it with a more butch reputation. Where does this get us – all this asinine talk of female gunslingers and girls interrupted, in connection with any circuitous analysis of The Antiques, whose forthcoming album Cicadas was recorded by Scott Solter in his new studio in North Carolina? It gets us at least to a point where the mind’s lubricated and acceptant of anything. Hopefully it takes us to the kitchen table that stands on a gritty floor, with a small metal fan circulating the hot air. Hopefully it takes us to one of those wooden seats at that table, covered by a sticky tablecloth. The other seats are filled with old friends holding playing cards in their hands. A cloud of purple cigarette smoke is collecting like a storm, by the dim light. The Frigidaire buzzes against the wall and the way anyone sees it is that it’s a long way between there and all of the bullshit troubles they find themselves talking about over skunked hands, wearing shirts that they’ve always worn. Barro and The Antiques link the us nows to the uses that we never were then, but it’s the us that we think we could have been before our grandparents were born, where everything we did and felt would become a treasured story for the grandkids. - Daytrotter.com

Who? You know that smell when you first walk into an antique shop? That smell of history and importance and a lifetime of someone else's memories that all somehow come flooding back to you? That's what it's like listening to the Antiques. As their name would suggest, the band's music is rooted deep in the rich past of folksy, Americana rock'n'roll. Formed from the core members of the now defunct Santa Barbara group Budge, the Antiques feature songwriter Joey Barro on guitar/vocals, Ben Donaldson on bass, Chris Good on drums, and Josh Hertz on lap steel. Now based out of Los Angeles, the group has released two acoustic EPs and Nicknames and Natives, their debut full-length album.

What's the Deal? Their healthy respect for the past doesn't mean that the Antiques feel old or stale. In fact, they have an incredible ability to change their sound from song to song. Expect to hear everything from alt-country, Uncle Tupelo-like ballads to unconventional, electric rockers reminiscent of rootsier jam bands like moe. "Crook" offers hints of the Shins, and with country-tinged harmonies and lonesome slide guitars complimenting Barro's earnest vocals, Nicknames and Natives will get under your skin quickly.

Fun fact: The Antiques even like their video games old school. Singer Joey Barro holds the Ms. Pacman record for Orange County, California, not because he's been playing since the tender age of three, he claims, but because he was born with divine ability to eat ghosts. - Spin.com