No Foolin'...Lord Huron Puts You In The Mood For Love

Coming closer the enchanting waves emanating from Lord Huron's "Fool For Love" are a wonderful treat if you've gotten in the door after a taxing day of fill in the blank. Right as you start to get comfy cozy up pops a plucky bit of percussion alongside the kind of strummed guitar that you yourself would play for your lady love were you so inclined. Lord Huron calls Los Angeles its home base. Its origin is Michigan. There's nothing in your face about "Fool For Love". You're not pushed to the altar kicking and screaming. You know what sort of weather would go perfectly with "Fool For Love"? How about some Southern clear skies, temperature nowhere near the million percent humidity you'd get around these parts, these being the Texas persuasion. Out in front we get Ben Schneider who envelopes us in a homestyle charm you'd be hard pressed to resist. You see, given this man's a fool for love the other guy making a play for Lily won't delay his plans. Big Jim sounds like an imposing hombre, tell as hell and broad as a train. Jim's a bad ass who Ben isn't afraid to engage in fisticuffs with. Ben hums like a revved up truck. He cares not for the odds. His being a fool for love makes him dangerous. The sunlight's splendid rays shower you lovingly as Ben tells his mighty protagonist's story. Tom Renaud has an affable way with his guitar. So much so that you can practically envision marshmallows being roasted around the campfire. In fact the band's name stems from Lake Huron. Ben grew up visiting there and did in fact spend evenings playing around the campfire. If you're of a mind to, an outdoors listen under the stars would help make all right in your world. He's even given us play by play of his fight claiming this dude doesn't hit half bad. Progressing through the song we receive a return visit from the percussion deprived waves of serenity. They build a little, then some more until surprise the light footed percussion, brought to us courtesy of Mark Berry peeks its head in to say hello. Another factor that the guitars usher into the equation takes the shape of a western twang, the better to appreciate the fighting words Ben utters. Miguel Briseno flavors the proceedings with bass which undeniably holds court. The lowest ranges work their way across your skin like a late afternoon visit from Old Mister Sun. Thankfully the drum slot in the band doesn't overextend itself. In fact nothing about "Fool For Love" gets in your face too aggressively. Sort of floats on the wind encouraging us to jump in at any time. If you'd like to investigate this blossoming act further I advise you to check out the brand new "Strange Trails" project. Lord Huron sure knows how to jump start itself into an ideal position to grab our fancy. We can hope this group knows what to do with the momentum once it grabs hold. "Fool For Love" doesn't play dumb with us. Au contraire the imagery is vivid and bears the earmarks of a storyteller who knows the use of the book once it has been placed in his hands.