Time Stays, We Go (Pitch Beast)—the Veils‘ 10-track, fourth release—is both patiently restrained and wildly emotional. It’s full of lush brass and sing-along melodies, moments of surf-rock guitar and beachside ukulele, and essential personal queries within the struggles of the human endeavor. It’s a small dose of Pixies, and definitely reminiscent of Talking Heads, with a nod toward Jeff Buckley. In other words, Time Stays has a familiar quality despite its newness, and it’s instantly likeable, much like frontman Finn Andrews himself. Andrews and bassist Sophia Burn will be guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week. Read our brand new Veils feature.
Soph: The Rainbow isn’t even very good. I know that. I don’t even like metal, and it’s kind of soulless, and you feel like you’ve been sucked into some kind of stupid thing that everyone who is an actual L.A. person is laughing at you when you say, “I kind of want to go to The Rainbow,” the way we laugh at people who want to go to “A Real English Pub” and then get all surprised when their roast comes out of a microwave and is beige.
But I really love going to The Rainbow. Maybe it’s because I don’t belong there, or maybe it’s because of the memory of Liam, one evening, for more than an hour, naming both band and title of every song that came on the stereo within the first eight bars or so, and pointing out metallers to us. Maybe it’s because Heidi Fleiss’ attorney was there once. He said he was Heidi Fleiss’ attorney, though in retrospect, would Heidi Fleiss’ attorney be wearing a lurex suit, have a cat on his shoulder and one of those scrolling LED name tags? Well, probably.
Once we met an ice cream physicist at The Rainbow. Melt, it’s all about the way things melt, he told us.
It’s not like I’ve spent that much time in L.A., or even been to that many bars there, but I’m finding it hard to think of a bar I’ve enjoyed more, remembered more fondly or had a better time at. Which is weird.
