Pie Shop Presents

Palm Ghosts

All Ages
Sunday, June 23
Doors: 7:30pm
$15
Doors at 7:30 | Show at 8
All Ages
$15

The sound of an 80s prom in a war zone…located in the dead heart of country music, Nashville, TN.  That is the sound and spirit of Palm Ghosts, as far from the honky-tonks and pedal taverns of their adopted city as one can get. More at home in rainy Manchester or blustery Berlin, the quartet weaves early cinematic dream pop and new wave with brooding post punk.  Embracing their 80’s idols like New Order, The Cure, Echo and The Bunnymen and Peter Gabriel to name a few.
 
These Nashville transplants released 2018’s Architecture, a dark pop record with male/female vocals and their first offering echoing the sound of 4AD and Factory Records’ brand of post punk . Since then, they have built upon that release with a steady stream of songs invigorating the modern era with the 80’s youth ethos.  
 
During a worldwide pandemic, Palm Ghosts recorded and released Lifeboat Candidate to critical acclaim. The record was a giant ear worm on unrest, isolation, and frustration influenced by the jagged art punk of Gang of Four and Wire.   
 
The band’s next offering, The Lost Frequency, felt more whimsical and celebratory. More nostalgic and less like a war…More like a prom. However, the lyrics still brought confrontation to the forefront, and reminded us that normalcy is still devastating.
 
Post Preservation showed yet another side of Palm Ghosts. There were songs about love with almost a hint of optimism. If you squint your eyes…a faint light through the cracks, but with plenty of darkness and discontent for balance.  Like the soundtrack to a long lost John Hughes film, Post Preservation twinkles with warm nostalgia for a world that no longer exists, except for in our hearts and minds. 
 
Their latest offering, I Love You, Burn in Hell, is another melodic slab of discontent and disillusionment. Songs about betrayal, exploitation and the hopeless task of navigating the modern world, wrapped up in catchy melodies and propulsive rhythms. The world is ending, for god’s sake…get on the dance floor!
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