With the release of their third full-length, The Long Winters have established themselves as among the most criminally unheard bands of the past few years. The Seattle band crafts songs as catchy as anyone: imagine Coldplay without the overproduction, The Decemberists but less quirky, Death cab without the preciousness. Singer John Roderick sings with a kind of earnestness that is likely to seduce even the most finicky of indie enthusiasts.
With “Putting the Days To bed” the band alternates between melodic power pop and slow going acoustic ballads, both with featuring that rare infectious chorus that is just strange enough, think Flaming Lips, to elevate it beyond the standard fair. Like all overlooked bands, the fate of the Long Winters seems particularly tragic in the sense that what they do is write straight forward pop cut from the same cloth as label mates Death Cab For Cutie who managed to meander their way to quasi-stardom. But whatever the commercial world ultimately decides about this band, it is hard not to be hopeful that there will be many more records like this to come.