The Pollies exude smooth humility. The band’s camaraderie is evident. They imbue insouciance when playing their way. The need to not rush their synchronized playing is definitive Pollies’ style. They can hang with anyone.
It’s obvious they are cooly content to play for an audience. Still, if you don’t show up, physically or emotionally, They are going to play exactly the same way. Attempt to stay off your phone during live sets of music. The Pollies are a band to be savored. This music marinated in my brain before I put pen to paper. I did write it up long hand. It felt appropriate. While listening to the Pollies pair nostalgia with modern musical arrangements, I let myself get lost in their good vibrations. They chose their band name after someone's Grandmother for fuck sake.
As Brian Wilson sang, “I guess I just wasn’t made for these times”. It's too rushed, too much screen time. I want a face to face sit down. I want the music on with the windows down. I appreciate this porch music (I heard someone use that phrase once}. Porches are magic. I’ve listened to my fair share of friends rocking their chair while jamming. These gentleman feel like they are burst into an impromptu porch set.
Jay’s raconteur like lyrical style centers on lust, complicated love, as well as inevitable loss. Accepting your current situation while accepting the foibles of your past propels this band’s songs. You relate to these guys. You want to buy them a beer at the end of the show while swapping modern love stories. He/She did me wrong tales on the quest to discover the one who will do you right. Their take it or leave it (my attitude) approach alludes to a meeting in person as opposed to swiping right. We can hang or not. Life keeps on keeping on. Like the big guns before them, they are creating music layered in blue suede depth.
The piece de resistance that solidifies the Pollies as a band's band is their performance on Dylan's Into the Great Wide Open session. They complement Dylan's under the radar creator of scissor sharp, observations. Dylan's bleeds his creativity to bring his fans authentic singer song writer tracks. They lay it down in this outdoor Session. If you are pressed for time slide on to the 10:56 to watch the rest of the 4 minute. The wheels come of the Ford pickup truck at this marker. If not sit in for the sparsely decorated beach session. The sky, filled with saturated clouds, roams in the backdrop. The boys go to work. The solemn soliloquy solidifies their chemistry. They shake don't slither. The dueling guitars gather steam. The solemn strings crush any thoughts of any easy going revelry. The whiskey brush strokes against the skins shatter the empty shot glass perched on the edge of the bar. The chaos in the closing is the portrait of a band worth following. They complement each other Petty and the Heartbreaker and Neil and Crazy Horse. (his best work) With Dylan's graveled voice speaking keen observation of the dank times we reside both internally and publicly and the Pollies' precision playing, this group rips the bandage off safe injuries. They are going for the incision. Bring it boys. Bring it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-s6GcLtTIzA
Spencer Duncan - Bass
Jon Davis - Drums / Percussion
Clint Chandler - Keys & Things
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