In February 2012, the band swapped their usual environs of Brooklyn's Rear House recording studio and spent two weeks in Los Angeles working with Producer Rob Barbato (Darker My Love, The Fall, Cass McCombs). The increased time and focus allowed them to explore musical directions only hinted at on their first album. Thus, Our House On The Hill features hushed dirges, melancholic traveling odes and squealing rave-ups, all made cohesive by Kevin and Cassie's captivating songwriting and lyrical themes. Organ, piano, saxophone and even strings play a supporting role in enhancing the aural atmosphere, which finds the band finally realizing a sound that can be called their own. Simple yet thoughtful; familiar yet haunting. Sweet but somber.
"The set opener, "Alligator," is conversational in tone and acts to disarm the hardened listener with its pop confection and curve ball time change signatures on a check of solid Gang of Four gold. "Yo, I dig your hair, I gotta tell you about these holes in my pants, I would rather not hold yer hand. You get the drift."
Cassie evokes Anna Karina if she were in The Shangri-La's instead of Godard films in "See the Country" and then married throughout the entire record are those otherworldly harmonized "oohs" & "aahs" by Kevin & Cassie that'll make the stubble on your spine take notice if you are still one of them folks in need of oxygen to breathe. The switchblade knives & butterfly stitches that paint the heartache and conflict throughout this long player will sharpen you for your next lovelorn argument, stumbling bar brawl between you & a reflection of your 17 year old self in the face of a tinfoil plated locket or for the working stiffs, that 3am Saturday drive home from the bad side of the tracks back to the sad side.
Put the needle on the flip and throw that break up layer of tears away: we got a ride to catch to that house on the hill." - Dennis Callaci