The carrotwielding, paper plate clad indie rockers that comprise the Nova Darlings will leave your job dropped open, your socks rocked off, and heart filled up. Gnashing their teeth and bearing their hearts on their sleeves, the edgy groove-sters are equal parts violent and tender. The four kids you knew but didn’t know in middle school. The kids that sat alone on the bus with their iPods. Those kids started a band.
Harkening back to the 90’s disaffected guitar sound of artists like Built to Spill and Elliott Smith, the Novas evoke strains of the eclectic. A sugared folk melody will find it’s way buried in a James Brown-esque, psych-rock drum beat. Drawing from early 2000’s bands like The Shins, The Strokes, and The Postal Service, the Darlings will bring you something that fits in your childhood bedroom or your parent’s garage, but will slam you with echoes from your mom’s record collection and catapult you sweetly into cosmic nothingness.
The foursome take a suburban sound akin to Death Cab for Cutie or Ben Folds Five and fuse it with a melancholic and spiritual absurdism that’s sure to get your feet bumbling. They’ll let your ya-ya’s out and a crack a window in your heart. They’ll walk your dog for you. They’ll slow dance with you in a supermarket parking lot. They might scrape up your knees, but they’ll also give you a band-aid and a funny story about their grandma or something.
The Nova Darlings are (from left to right):
Larry Scanniello - Guitar
Mackin Carroll - Vocals, Bass
Carter Couron - Drums
Sara Mulford - Keys, Vocals