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Enigmatic, mysterious, indie haze upstarts Bobby are a difficult band to pin down. Part concept, part collective, this wrinkly newborn to the Partisan Records family is a stratospheric blaze of deceptive ambient rock and quiet vitality that will challenge and soothe and eventually, I promise, you will spin this over and over again.
An early press release paints Bobby – not a person but apparently band leader Tom Greenberg’s imaginary cohort and phantom muse - as a lonely vapor trail wandering the Bennington College campus longing for rock and roll inclusion. While saddled with invisible dance moves and a nervous stomach, Bobby was recast and reborn – from “lurking mist” to full-fledged musical collective deep in the woods of Montague, Massachusetts. Sound bizarre? It is. And it’s this type of whimsicality that pervades and defines Bobby’s music to provide a unique and wonderful experience.
Greenberg – also known as “Twiglet” - rounded out his expressive commune with a host of alternative handled friends: namely Chunk, Pillow, Crumbles, and Moldy, not to mention Molly Sarle of Mountain Man fame. From their Happy Valley confines, Bobby has crafted a folky brainwash that swirls through the folds, casually dipping in and out of another dimension. Their debut, aptly titled Bobby, combines various instrumentation with a curious mix of half smiles, tribal brooding, and microscopic whirligigs. Bobby is a seething headphone dream you can truly get lost in.