This song, "Feathers," sounds particularly, well, honest. Sure, that's an emotional description, but I can feel their down-home earnesty in the group singing and the always wholesome banjo, trombone and light percussion. It's like they're a family on a front porch overlooking a wheat field. Or maybe I just think that because I have this romantic view of the Canadian West.
In this version, they didn't have any drum gear avail so the drummer pulled together some wooden bowls and medicine bottles as shakers. He was also one of the nicest guys ever and was so happy to be in London and touring and playing music. You can hear it can't you?
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