Music Review: Sergio Mejia on Sunflower Bean live

     All plants take their time to grow unless they’re short lived. Even then they do so only under the right circumstances. Sunflower Bean – a name alone standing tall, bright over the weeds and grasses – have bloomed to great heights, and it’s not hard to see why, with their looks; captivating, mysterious, reminiscing of this and that, but nothing in particular. She sounds like… He plays like.. All a guess. Rings of something to the ear but falls off in a second. Their soundscape is a quilt, there are too many musical patches to name one, but these three mod-new wave-indie kids are the beans of a brand new crop sprouting from a soil rich in nutrients, and have had the luxury of a good deal o’ sunlight. Locally grown, organic too!

     The poster children of the New York underground scene are looked at too often and not heard enough. It’s not just the vestments they’re thrifting, Nick’s not-all-too clear message is felt in the texture of his voice, beats his guitar dragging, echoing. Jacob on drums keeping time and so works their kaleidoscopic time machine. Gold-haloed siren Julia sings of silence where one could not get enough of her angelic sound, and deep the piercing bass she jabs. Voice inviting and sublime, with vulnerable control, yet playful at times.

     The sweetest nectar lies pass the glowing petals when you take a whiff of the sunny fragrance of their dreamy songs of repetition, the mundane, and the spy perchance a longing for idyllic fields. Thoughts engendered in the dark depths of concrete metropoles or conjured in-transit staring out the window at a greener grass. “What do you do when you’re stuck between days?” Not sure anyone has an answer for us, but the bud’s quest begins there.

     Where some might argue that there’s no progress in repeating olden ways, mixing the hits in 21st-century gear, one can say the audience stands to contradict. I rather think that like those seedlings of the Golden Renaissance and the not-so-distant cultural revolutions of the 20s and 60s (whence the Beans feed their amps), we should always look through the past for flowers to weave into our art.