Basically the brainchild of one Raymond Roposa, Castanets makes what he calls "derailed pysch-country." Who am I to disagree with such astuteness? Cathedral is country as in western desert, sun-fried, things done in rural county shacks you don't want to know about. Equal parts Daniel Johnson and Syd Barrett if each were raised on Willie Nelson, Roposa mixes his worryingly whispered vocals with acoustic guitar, found objects and even some horns just to keep you guessing. Surprisingly pretty and desolate, Cathedral is engaging in a twisted sort of way. "Baby, I don't know where the hell I am," Roposa sings on "No Light to Be Found." No one will know this place either, but it is an interesting, scary and ultimately satisfying locale.
KEEP THE DALLAS OBSERVER FREE... Since we started the Dallas Observer, it has been defined as the free, independent voice of Dallas, and we'd like to keep it that way. With local media under siege, it's more important than ever for us to rally support behind funding our local journalism. You can help by participating in our "I Support" program, allowing us to keep offering readers access to our incisive coverage of local news, food and culture with no paywalls.
Darryl Smyers
Contact: Darryl Smyers