Logan Lynn dropped into my email client with the warning or excitement that he was recommended by The Dandy Warhols. Both artists make their homes in Portland, but the similarities pretty much stop there. In fact, Logan Lynn sounds nothing like the Dandy Warhols. This, of course, doesn't mean that the Dandys can't like him. They are free to make artistic choices on their own, at least so I've been told.
And this affection makes sense. Lynn's sound is the shuddering electro-pop of a Postal Service arrangement gone on a colorful amphetamine bender. Even the lyrics betray the drama of Gibbard. Once you get underneath Lynn's rhetoric, "Feed Me To The Wolves" is a pleading, full-of-promises mediation on emotional pain. As low-end synths growl ominously, bright electrics of treble stab at the top of the mix - a musical dichotomy of loathing and hope to mirror his lyrical posing. Lynn is candid: "I'll die before I find a way to ease this pain." Perhaps, he's kidding and perhaps not. He's free to make artistic choices on his own; and "Feed Me To The Wolves" is a good one.
Listen :: Logan Lynn - "Feed Me To The Wolves"
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