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An album called "Roses" would deal with romantic gestures. The ten songs that make up Widowspeak's seventh and latest album capture intimate spaces and phases of love through a nostalgic, Vaseline-coated lens. Candles burn in red glass while lovers huddle together in a leather nook. Celebrity portrait photos gaze down like angels in a restaurant. Elsewhere, carnations are pressed into a black book, and dancers pull each other close. Widowspeak is a band that evokes deep feelings without coming off as overly serious. The sweetness, even the silliness of an extended limerent phase, becomes as consuming as a pulpy paperback. Cars and their drivers serve as a metaphor for discussing co-dependency. And old love is worn in, soft like an old T-shirt. If music can be both naturalistic and noir, saturated and lush, then that is Widowspeak. A band that knows how to set a scene.

These songs use intimate moments to speak about deeper heartaches: the restlessness inherent in modern existence, the waiting for something to happen. Or the feeling of being out of place in one’s own life role. "Roses" may be the most romantic Widowspeak album, but it is also the most realistic: the stage is not set with dramatic gestures but through the backdrop of the small things and repetitions of everyday actions. Little observations before, during, and after work: the ritual of pouring water for guests, catching a cold on a day off. Daydreams of winning the lottery—or perhaps the realization that you’ve already won it. Here, love is a way to talk about what drives us, and Widowspeak suggests it can be the very meaning. The light that illuminates the dark corners of a day, a life. A reason to keep going, despite the pain it can cause. As the title track says: Not all thorns prick you; you always feel the first one. And now you’re not picking roses anymore because the one still hurts… I want to be the one.

Widowspeak is among the most productive and hardworking bands, always simmering just below the surface. Molly Hamilton and Robert Earl Thomas are the core of the group and its songwriters—they have refined their sound over sixteen years and an impressively consistent body of work. Much has happened during this time: for them, for everyone. As one of many bands that emerged from a fertile music scene in New York City, they began hauling their equipment between now-closed venues (Glasslands, Cake Shop, 285 Kent, Death By Audio, to name just a few) and their rehearsal space in the Monster Island Basement (now a Trader Joe’s). The highs and lows of a long career mean chaotic phases as road dogs across North America, flown-in gigs in São Paulo or Guadalajara, seven-week European tours… and then years of downtime in between, where they contemplate how powerful it is to slowly build a body of work. Widowspeak is now a couple who have day jobs off-season. Robert is a carpenter, Molly is a waitress.

Perhaps time has given them the ability to grow slowly; "Roses" is untamed and all the more beautiful for it—a little wild, as it stretches its new growth in all directions. Even in the first chords of "The Hook," you can hear how far they’ve come: the road is open, the sky is clearing. The band sounds relaxed and takes its time. The album was recorded last January at the Old Carpet Factory on the Greek island of Hydra—a studio in an old house nestled into the steep hills of the village. In winter, it’s quiet there when all the tourists have gone home. Longtime tour members Willy Muse, John Andrews, and Noah Bond are the players here. "Roses" was then taken home and slowly, gently refined further before being sensitively mixed by Alex Farrar at Drop of Sun Studios and mastered by Greg Obis at Chicago Mastering.

"Roses" showcases Widowspeak at their best, drawing from timeless influences. There’s dream and power pop, a bit of Stones, perhaps some Petty, open and dreamy ballads with the twang of a Lynch-like roadhouse band… Maybe you can hear R.E.M., Yo La Tengo, or Cat Power. A touch of Neil Young in Hamilton’s allusions to diner work. The magic of the band is—still and forever—the interplay between Molly and Robert in their two main roles: her casual, textured voice and his physical, palpable guitar playing. And as a producer, Robert captures the fleeting magic of a band finding a song in the studio: something that still carries traces of the directness of Molly's voice memos and the dense guitar layers of the demos. The rough traces of the tools are still visible, the noise remains in.

"Can’t hold too tight or I’ll have nothing, like a candy melts in your hand." While the album closer "Hourglass" reflects on the transience of something—of everything—it shows what is truest about Widowspeak. At its core, their music is special because it is real—especially for the people who make it. Fragile and fleeting, yet valuable… like love itself.