Beirut is what it sounds like when you drop out of high
school at age sixteen to travel Eastern Europe by
yourself – or, at least it’s what happened when front man Zach Condon did that.
Welcome to Balkan-inspired folk awesomeness, with a voice that soars like a
trapeze act and music that lifts and leaps like it’s going out of style. I
don’t know. I listen to them and think, circus? Cabaret? Moonlit boat ride?
Solo strut down a rainy foreign alley? Whatever it’s reminiscent of, they’ve
got something sexy and timeless about them. I have honestly listened to nothing
else the past few weeks. Except for a healthy dose of Sinatra. But that’s
another story completely.
What the rest of the office
is listening to: the sound of snot percolating all up in my sinuses. Sorry,
everybody.
— Caitlin MacRae
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