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Parson Jones - Clear As Day (CD)

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Parson Jones is a tree. No joke: in the American duo, neither member is named Parson or Jones.

One, singer, is Joshua Hollenstein. The other, multi-instrumentalist and producer, is Kerry Fogarty. So Parson Jones is a tree. "A giant redwood that we spotted near us at Armstrong Woods in northern California.” He has the right to his own plaque. And to his name. Parson Jones is 1,300 years old. He deserved this special treatment. "Sometimes people call us Parson & Jones, they want to know who Parson is, who Jones is," Kerry laughs.

In 2014, on a first single for the French label Underdog Records, the duo was singing strange rhymes, where there was talk of memories of the future. And it is precisely here, between yesterday and tomorrow, in an agitated present, that the two Californians had settled, the time of a remarkable Make and Model. One could hear, played effortlessly, without flickering, a mixture of soul and psychedelic pop, a meeting between OutKast and Grizzly Bear, groovy and hippie: we could only leave happy. The band, which has known each other since the end of adolescence, has indeed listened to a lot of music. And chose to travel with all of their luggage, as claimed by Kerry Fogarty. "I grabbed my first guitar at age 13, I was an awkward kid, it was the only way to get girls to notice me! I learned quick- soon I wanted to play everything by Nirvana, then all Led Zeppelin, then Al Green and Curtis Mayfield, then hip-hop ... then I discovered the producers, their fundamental contribution to music. The technique obsesses me. Since then, I haven’t left my home studio! I have hundreds of songs under construction. Even if there are dangers: for example, it seems like we’d need twenty people on stage to perfectly adapt our new album! In everyday life, I sterilize medical equipment. It finances my music ... Again, I live in the laboratory!


The studio is my cocoon, a place where I feel good, safe. " His discomfiture with the world aside, the group says a little more about their album Clear As Day. Too futuristic, like Tame Impala, to be content with vintage revival, but also too well educated to the best writing of sunshine pop, Parson Jones is an anomaly. This is a group that can look to the future with enthusiasm and contemplate with horror the past. Or the opposite: euphoria and dystopia play hide and seek throughout these ten songs that can cause hallucinations and spatiotemporal disorders. "I love to impose glowing tunes on Josh's saddest, oblique lyrics," says Kerry. These (space) shuttles between eras and genres, between bright sunshine and the oil spill, can easily escape, in all their humility, their subtlety, under the radar of the public. You can taste Clear As day as a sherbet with false-harmless acidity. Or dance endlessly to these murmured choruses in a warm, engaging voice. Because to pop, to his fatal heart catcher, the songs of Parson Jones do not escape: everything is here refrains and harmonies, in the greatest tradition of local pop. Kerry claims other local influences. "There is every Sunday recording session the ritual of cannabis. The album must not be hurt by these substances. We are Californians after all! Psychedelia, in spite of us, slips into our songs. Otherwise, few things are left to chance in our music, we follow our flight plan quite strictly.

Even if we end up with miles of experiments! Songs eventually escape us, remain stuck in our heads. Our music wakes me up at night! " The cover warns of the perversity of the intentions of the duo. It features a palm tree planted in front of a blue sky California. Except that a cloud clung to his trunk, like a neck warmer on a summer evening. One way to consider the myth of endless summer, with a veiled sun, thwarted. Moreover, around Josh and Kerry, we find vineyards and redwoods. Not the least bright palm tree. We stay in Northern California when we tell Kerry that his last name, Fogarty, is very close to that of John Fogerty. His eyes light up. "His group, Creedence Clearwater Revival, is one of my favorites of all time. His way of integrating soul and rock is unique. I learned a lot from their sound. "

Without demonstration of style, Parson Jones thus envisages all the music which make the buttocks dance and the brain meditate. Often in the same song, the temperatures play yo-yo, but it is the beneficence, the generosity, the nonchalance of the melodies that have the last word. It does not matter if the dressing is funk, rock, pop, soul, psychedelic, if the tone is euphoric or melancholic: it's the great and beautiful score of timeless pop-music played by Parson Jones. Eyelids closed, eyes turned in and looking cool. Once again, lives were saved by a Walkman. "When I was a kid, my parents had Beatles tapes. I listened to them nonstop. It was the beginning of my obsession with music. Of my quest. If it were up to me, I would only do that: listen and create music. When I discover a new song that obsesses me, I become a child again.Parson Jones is a tree. No joke: in the American duo, neither member is named Parson or Jones.

One, singer, is Joshua Hollenstein. The other, multi-instrumentalist and producer, is Kerry Fogarty. So Parson Jones is a tree. "A giant redwood that we spotted near us at Armstrong Woods in northern California.” He has the right to his own plaque. And to his name. Parson Jones is 1,300 years old. He deserved this special treatment. "Sometimes people call us Parson & Jones, they want to know who Parson is, who Jones is," Kerry laughs.

In 2014, on a first single for the French label Underdog Records, the duo was singing strange rhymes, where there was talk of memories of the future. And it is precisely here, between yesterday and tomorrow, in an agitated present, that the two Californians had settled, the time of a remarkable Make and Model. One could hear, played effortlessly, without flickering, a mixture of soul and psychedelic pop, a meeting between OutKast and Grizzly Bear, groovy and hippie: we could only leave happy. The band, which has known each other since the end of adolescence, has indeed listened to a lot of music. And chose to travel with all of their luggage, as claimed by Kerry Fogarty. "I grabbed my first guitar at age 13, I was an awkward kid, it was the only way to get girls to notice me! I learned quick- soon I wanted to play everything by Nirvana, then all Led Zeppelin, then Al Green and Curtis Mayfield, then hip-hop ... then I discovered the producers, their fundamental contribution to music. The technique obsesses me. Since then, I haven’t left my home studio! I have hundreds of songs under construction. Even if there are dangers: for example, it seems like we’d need twenty people on stage to perfectly adapt our new album! In everyday life, I sterilize medical equipment. It finances my music ... Again, I live in the laboratory!


The studio is my cocoon, a place where I feel good, safe. " His discomfiture with the world aside, the group says a little more about their album Clear As Day. Too futuristic, like Tame Impala, to be content with vintage revival, but also too well educated to the best writing of sunshine pop, Parson Jones is an anomaly. This is a group that can look to the future with enthusiasm and contemplate with horror the past. Or the opposite: euphoria and dystopia play hide and seek throughout these ten songs that can cause hallucinations and spatiotemporal disorders. "I love to impose glowing tunes on Josh's saddest, oblique lyrics," says Kerry. These (space) shuttles between eras and genres, between bright sunshine and the oil spill, can easily escape, in all their humility, their subtlety, under the radar of the public. You can taste Clear As day as a sherbet with false-harmless acidity. Or dance endlessly to these murmured choruses in a warm, engaging voice. Because to pop, to his fatal heart catcher, the songs of Parson Jones do not escape: everything is here refrains and harmonies, in the greatest tradition of local pop. Kerry claims other local influences. "There is every Sunday recording session the ritual of cannabis. The album must not be hurt by these substances. We are Californians after all! Psychedelia, in spite of us, slips into our songs. Otherwise, few things are left to chance in our music, we follow our flight plan quite strictly.

Even if we end up with miles of experiments! Songs eventually escape us, remain stuck in our heads. Our music wakes me up at night! " The cover warns of the perversity of the intentions of the duo. It features a palm tree planted in front of a blue sky California. Except that a cloud clung to his trunk, like a neck warmer on a summer evening. One way to consider the myth of endless summer, with a veiled sun, thwarted. Moreover, around Josh and Kerry, we find vineyards and redwoods. Not the least bright palm tree. We stay in Northern California when we tell Kerry that his last name, Fogarty, is very close to that of John Fogerty. His eyes light up. "His group, Creedence Clearwater Revival, is one of my favorites of all time. His way of integrating soul and rock is unique. I learned a lot from their sound. "

Without demonstration of style, Parson Jones thus envisages all the music which make the buttocks dance and the brain meditate. Often in the same song, the temperatures play yo-yo, but it is the beneficence, the generosity, the nonchalance of the melodies that have the last word. It does not matter if the dressing is funk, rock, pop, soul, psychedelic, if the tone is euphoric or melancholic: it's the great and beautiful score of timeless pop-music played by Parson Jones. Eyelids closed, eyes turned in and looking cool. Once again, lives were saved by a Walkman. "When I was a kid, my parents had Beatles tapes. I listened to them nonstop. It was the beginning of my obsession with music. Of my quest. If it were up to me, I would only do that: listen and create music. When I discover a new song that obsesses me, I become a child again.

Clear as Day

Ready to Go

Shut In

Make And Model

Dead To Rights

On One

Know Motive

End Credits

Ghost Town

Human Mistakes