Home by Peter Broderick reminds me a lot of Chemical Friends-era N. Lannon and Precis-era Benoit Pioulard--not because all these young men write and sing their songs on acoustic guitars, but because they write from similar spaces, that their music creates spaces that are imbued with a keen sentimentality that carries, that shifts and lingers to the point that this poignancy is realized long after the melodies end and the songs pass, and the notes still ring out.
Home by Peter Broderick reminds me a lot of Chemical Friends-era N. Lannon and Precis-era Benoit Pioulard--not because all these young men write and sing their songs on acoustic guitars, but because they write from similar spaces, that their music creates spaces that are imbued with a keen sentimentality that carries, that shifts and lingers to the point that this poignancy is realized long after the melodies end and the songs pass, and the notes still ring out.