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The Cords make a charming, twee first impression with their self-titled debut

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The Cords

Every Tuesday, the Sounding Board is a space for a short-ish review of a recent-ish release and conversations about new-to-you music. I’ll get things started with a write-up about a newer, likely under-heard album, and invite you to share your music musings in the comments.

You’ve almost certainly heard a few bands that sound like the Cords. Odds are good that you love, like or, at the very least, groove to the big songs from those bands that sound like the Cords, too. 

The Scottish duo, composed of sisters Eva and Grace Tedeschi, makes a sort of ultra-jangly, slightly dreamy indie pop that’s as cozy, comforting and familiar as a well-worn wool garment.1 Their self-titled debut, immaculately timed to coincide with crisper air and falling leaves, is 13 short and punchy takes on catchy bookstore rock that’s just begging to soundtrack whatever it is you do to savor the few, fleeting golden days remaining before a harsher, grayer reality settles in.

The Cords is chock-full of playful, sweet tunes that manage to cram some unexpected complexity into their scant runtimes.2 No one’s going to mistake the work of the Tedeschi sisters for an Adrian Belew project, but there’s enough going on to keep the LP from feeling thin or redundant. That’s no mean feat in light of their chosen genre.

While there is ample charm to be found in the melancholic whimsy of twee music, even the best bands the genre has to offer sometimes need to do something drastic, like bring in a legendary producer, to give things a shot in the arm and avoid oppressive uniformity.3 For the Cords, the extra dimension often comes from one unexpectedly rich wrinkle or another. The LP is rife with wordless harmonies — bah-bah-bahs, bah-dah-dahs, oohs and ahhs — that never stop being surprisingly pretty. Sonic variety plays a part, too.

“You” incorporates some blown-out buzz that feels like a less abrasive relative of the opening din of the Vaselines’ “Son of a Gun.” Grace Tedeschi pounds the absolute hell out of the drums throughout “Bo’s New Haircut,” in a way that makes suppressing a smile impossible. “Yes It’s True” uses swooning reverb to introduce some light psychedelia to the album. “When You Said Goodbye,” the album’s dreamiest and longest song, closes things on a wistful meta note with lyrics focused on farewells. None of these songs is a drastic departure from the album’s overall sound, but they’re easily distinguishable from one another, keep things fresh across a baker’s dozen of pop morsels and effectively convey emotion. The willingness to try different things, sing different ways and feel different feelings gives the album a scope and sense of weight shared by the best releases from the twee bands that the Tedeschis so clearly admire.4

  1. Its woolly warmth is just right for Slumberland Records. ↩︎
  2. Of the 13 songs comprising The Cords, two-thirds of them are either under 120 seconds long or just past the two-minute mark. This is a brisk listen. ↩︎
  3. I’m specifically thinking of previous column subject, the Pains of Being Pure At Heart, who worked with Flood for their album, Belong. It’s good, and the man also known as Mark Ellis guides the band toward some Corgan-esque guitar crunch that sounds great played loud. ↩︎
  4. The Cords Bandcamp bio namechecks a who’s who of old and new lilting jangle poppers. They’ve played with Camera Obscura, Belle and Sebastian, BMX Bandits, the Umbrellas, Chime School and Lightheaded. Awesomely, their first gig was apparently with the Vaselines. The bio also mention listeners may hear echoes of The Shop Assistants, The Primitives, Tiger Trap and Talulah Gosh in the Cords’ songs. The Cords can absolutely hang with them. ↩︎