Morristown modern rock band Vertigo’s profile is quickly rising—their second full-length CD, The Coming and the Going, is coming out in July (with national distribution by Koch and Hot Topic), they just played Sundown in the City with Gavin Rossdale, and they’re scheduled for Bonnaroo on Sunday, June 14. They’re also headlining at the Cider House this weekend, which might be one of your last chances to see them in a club anytime soon. Here’s what vocalist Lindsey Stamey has been listening to lately.
Gogol Bordello, Super Taranta! (SideOneDummy/Rubric, 2007)
This is my new favorite band. I heard about them a few years ago from an Elijah Wood interview where he was promoting the movie Everything Is Illuminated—coincidentally the singer is also co-star, which I just recently found out. I checked out the band and couldn’t really get into it at that point. Maybe I was too young. Who knows? It wasn’t until I watched the movie Wristcutters recently that Gogol Bordello was brought back up. Their song “Through the Roof ’n’ Underground” shows up a few times in the movie and by the end I had to own it and everything from who wrote it. Come to find it was the band that I so rudely dismissed years before. I just recently bought everything they ever made.
Silversun Pickups, Swoon (Dangerbird, 2009)
I’ve been waiting for their new release for what seems forever. Their first release, Carnavas, was defiantly stuck in my CD player for a long time and I can now say the same thing about Swoon. It’s gotten to the point where people in the van are getting pretty annoyed. Everything about them is so passionate and perfect. The song “Growing Old Is Getting Old” builds until you think your heart might explode.
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Greatest Hits (Rhino, 2005)
I grew up listening to CSN&Y. I realized a few weeks ago when I was comparing the harmonies of Fleet Foxes to being almost as velvet as CSN&Y that I sinfully did not own one album. I went out that day and bought their greatest hits and figured that was a start. I wept for the nostalgia of “Our House” with my headphones on in the dark of my bedroom. My parents sang it to me often and I was sure someone wrote it about us. It was like finding an old comforting baby blanket.