NEW ALBUM 'TOWN' BY ELLIOTT BROOD

When you need a roadmap to life, Elliott BROOD won’t just draw you one — they’ll show you how to get there personally. On their new album, Town, Elliott BROOD explore familiar haunts and charge down new paths, all for the sake of growth, love and family.

"There's a little city at the end of the road, where the Detroit river and the whiskey flows. Now she ain't pretty but to me she's gold, and she's always gonna be my home."

Immediately welcoming, Town is awash in nostalgia, wearing it like a tan. It twinkles in each member’s eyes, their smile lines well worn, guitar fingers sturdy with callouses. Elliott BROOD have lived through it, and Town is their collective history.

"When an old familiar song, comes on the radio, makes me think of you, and the times that we had..."

Kicking off with a pep in their step, the BROOD set out towards “Rose City,” a love letter to their hometown of Windsor, ON. A southern rocker with a healthy kick, it’s fuel that’ll gas you up for the trip down the main drag. Further along the block, “Dark End of the Road” is deep in thought, awash in regret and longing. But even in its darkness, the melody rolls along like headlights driving the service roads on a warm summer night, making natural turns against a gentle mist that hangs in tall grasses.

"I've been round a time or two I could have learned a thing or two, but I traveled the world I'm still in the same boat..."

Meanwhile, on foot, “Paper Money” shuffles somberly around a cul-de-sac scene, lamenting the old saying, Cash is King. It’s a darkly comedic look at trying to forget your problems when you feel obsolete, only to discover your own ways of doing things don’t work the same as they used to.

Blinking through to a gentler lens focused on the contrast, “Evelyn” seems to occupy a sacred place in Elliott BROOD’s world. She seems like someone they’ve been talking about for years, but have only now found the right way to sing her song - a Bell Jar waltz that tenderly sifts through the past.

Clearing the dust and tears from our eyes, “Stars Align'' bursts open wide like a shooting star overhead. Full of an uplifting energy that’s unique to Elliott BROOD, it bops along like a doo-wop swinger with a punk rock pacing, maintaining a magical glow throughout. In quick succession, the percussive “Dried Up” claps into action like a circle of friends here to bring you home. “My Northern heart is dryin’ up down south.”

"It's been a hard time, in the unenjoyment line"

Because you can’t keep a good BROOD down, “Rise Up With Fists” — the sensational Jenny Lewis cover — hits like a one-two positivity punch, flooring us until we reach the city limits, or the safety of our own home. In the gentle moments before Town ends, we are comforted by the steady sparseness of “Sinking Stone”, its tick-tock heartbeat, whisper quiet vocals and hushed guitars carrying us at a smooth pace that feels relaxed but purposeful, like those nights when you’re destined for eight hours of sleep.

Overall, Elliott BROOD’s Town speaks to their years of being away, of missing loved ones, of facing mistakes they’ve made and consequences they’ve reconciled. But it also speaks to their joy, their appreciation of where they come from and to the kind of people they’ve become.

Though they may be roadworn and don’t get home as often as they like, Elliott BROOD have traveled this country so many times they’ve earned the familiarity that’s felt here, knowing that even if we were once strangers, we’re now friends, and that home is about who you’re with, wherever you are.