Just when you think that the album’s going to be an intimate experience between just you and Chad VanGaalen, slowly he starts cranking up the volume, changing your opinion of the path the album will take little by little. Then track five, “Bare Feet On Wet Griptape,” comes on…
Back in fall of 2005, when I first heard Vancouver-dweller Chad VanGaalen’s peculiar brand of indie-art-pop genius, on Infiniheart, his “debut” disc of two-year-old recordings, I found myself being pretty critical. It was great stuff when it worked, sure…
People like Chad VanGaalen piss me off. Why? Well, the Calgary-based singer/songwriter/ artist/animator/genius/whatever irks me for a couple of reasons, the first of which is that, well, he makes it sound so easy. As a whole, Infiniheart sounds effortless…
