Sorta's Ward Williams, Trey Johnson and Danny Balis, a few years back.
To be perfectly honest with you, I didn't want to write the piece in this week's paper about Sorta and the band's self-titled, upcoming and final release--and for all the same reasons I didn't want to recap the Carter Albrecht Memorial Show at Club Dada a few weeks back.
Why? Well, for one, I never knew Carter. And I wasn't around when Sorta was winning all sorts of DOMA awards, either.
But, now that the piece is written, I'm glad I did force myself into writing it. As I say in the piece, regardless of Albrecht's death, the thing that shines through about this Sorta release is that it embodies many ideals of the local music scene: It's oozes with talent and it doesn't seem to give a hoot about the way it'll be received by, well, by people like me. For that alone, the disc deserves some praise.
Check out, and download, the below track to see what I'm talking about.
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It's obviously a heavy, heady record, when viewed (as it, unfortunately will forever be) as Albrecht's final record. And no doubt the band's final show, which is set to take place at the House of Blues' Pontiac Garage tonight, will be more of the same--even if the band members refrain from eulogizing or memorializing Albrecht as is currently planned.
At the very least, it should be an emotional night. --Pete Freedman