Absent Sounds


Absent Sounds

With the possibility of seeing probably my favorite band in action today in Boston, I’m going to talk about From Indian Lakes’ most recent album Absent Sounds.

I’m not going to go track by track because I’m sure a lot of reviewers have spent countless hours providing that information for you.  Instead I will dive into some concepts and ideas that the album made me think about after getting addicted to it after a month.

From Indian Lakes generally speaking is a band that has some very relaxing and often gently spoken songs that always seem to come together in a collection where every piece matters.

The band continuously attacks existential thoughts and questions that we can fill our own answers to.  It makes us think about the world that surrounds us and what really matters to us in life.  What is even real?

“And these skies, my only wish
What’s the point to this? There’s no point to this”- Sleeping Limbs

“Who do you want to be now that there gone? You can’t help but feel a little bit left out of it. If the others can’t see that you’re not well, then to hell with them.You never needed anyone else. You sail on alone in this fog”- Fog

I can’t help but place myself in these situations and relate to how these thoughts are relevant in my own life. “Fog” makes me think about a friend that I have that has had a terrible past two years. He left college because the school was bringing him down with teachers that never gave assistance to his growth as an artist. He fell into a great depression even until this day because he only wanted to get better at what he loved and that was drawing and creating.  He told me recently that he would rather live in an abandoned shed where he could only have rice and water and art and it would be tremendously better compared to what he has endured.  All the while, most of his friends that went to college except for me and a true few stuck by his side and gave him phone calls, listening and company to keep him sane. A lot of people never even checked in with him and they never knew his situation.  He just sat alone in his basement struggling to fight another day to become somebody and ended up becoming jealous with the lives of people he knew since elementary that were far better off. It got so terrible that he couldn’t even walk because his OCD was unbearable and he had to truly battle to get up and walk a few steps. My friend and his problems are in the fog and he is so consumed by not knowing why these awful events happen to him and where his friends went that he needed desperately.  This mist shrouded him from so many luxuries in life and usually when we go through a hardship we come out stronger, but the elements keep him at bay and lost at sea.

fog 1

Whenever I listen to this album I have the sense that I’m floating in the air with all the soothing and powerful notes. Their voice seems to be hidden in the shrouded depths of the chords that they treasure, but every aspect is equally important. Everyone is able to create an album with this work.  Every question they pose and situation they create is a chance for us to complete the ambiguity that wasn’t answered by the end of the songs.


What is your story? How can you fill the cup Absent Sounds leaves for us?

Go check these guys out today at the Brighton Music Hall in my hometown of Boston MA!

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