Another album of new material by the reformed original lineup of Medicine so quickly, you ask? Yes indeed, pal. “Making records is where it’s at,” says Medicine, collectively.
During 2014, Brad Laner, Elizabeth Thompson and Jim Goodall eschewed the 90s nostalgia touring circuit and instead dug deep to bring you Home Everywhere: a collection of new songs created with a gaze that is omni-directional. It’s an answer to no other band, movement or genre, an ambitious LP that could be the work of none other than three lifer music weirdos in full inspiration mode.
2013’s To The Happy Few, their first in 18 years, impressed and perhaps surprised many with its vital creativity and fiery performances, but Medicine was really just getting re-acquainted in public. A very groovy man once suggested in song that one could “arrive without traveling.” Firmly re-established in the present, Medicine took heed, stayed home and went everywhere. Visiting large and small land masses, raging seas, urban and rural regions, people hoping to connect and people in conflict, it’s all in there via sweet harmonies, crazy stellar drumming, mysterious sounds and several shit-loads of melodic noise guitar stylings, if you will. And you shall. Because they did. And how.
Home Everywhere opens with a volley of hook-laden, three-minute noise-pop gems mutated with Brazilian-inspired sounds and rhythms. While that may sound incongruous, it’s still Medicinal through and through. Side two begins with something even more unlikely: A light sprinkling of lovely piano and an invitation to relax. Then comes a tune featuring the recorded debut of drummer Jim Goodall’s trombone drone stylings before we reach the true heart of the platter: The LP’s namesake, “Home Everywhere.” An eleven-and-a-half-minute, multi-part album-within-an-album which begins as a sprightly celebration of domestic bliss and ends with a comely invitation to leave the planet. Medicine also managed to leave their suburban Los Angeles studio compound for a few triumphant comeback shows in Los Angeles, Brooklyn and San Francisco. They performed a storming set at this year’s Austin Psych Fest, and Brad joined M83 to perform their collaborative song at the Hollywood Bowl. But mostly, Medicine stayed home and worked like demons on what we now present to you—and they doubtlessly have already begun to get back to work. What the hell else are these odd birds going to do?