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Favorites of 2025: The Tisburys – A Still Life Revisited

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If rock & roll really is supposed to be dead, then The Tisburys clearly didn’t get the memo, becauseA Still Life Revisited sounds like the kind of record made by people who still believe guitars can change your pulse rate and a chorus can rescue you from the beige grind of everyday life. It’s big-hearted, jangly, melodically drunk on its own hookiness, and just earnest enough to make cynics roll their eyes—right before quietly admitting that, okay fine, this rules. In an era where “indie rock” has become an algorithmic suggestion instead of a real-time human exhale, The Tisburys are writing songs that swing for transcendence without pretending they’re saints. They’re too busy making music that actually moves. And that might be the most subversive thing any band can do in 2025.

And live well, let’s just say that this band will change your life. They certainly did that for me in May when they played in Columbus, Ohio.

There’s a delicate alchemy in making music that sounds both freshly urgent and comfortably familiar. With A Still Life Revisited, The Tisburys — a Philadelphia band led by singer-songwriter Tyler Asay — manage that trick across ten tracks that feel immediate, carefully arranged, and, surprisingly, wise. The album moves with the confidence of a band that’s learned how to translate small domestic crises (turning thirty, marriages, memory, the peculiar ache of hometowns) into classic, hook-driven indie rock: chiming guitars, harmonized choruses, and narratives that reward close listening. In other words, this is modern power-pop with a conscience, and it may be the Tisburys’ sharpest collection yet.

What makes A Still Life Revisited sound like more than a solo songwriter backed by colleagues is the apparent solidity of the lineup and the way each instrumental voice gets its moment. The Tisburys cohere around Tyler Asay’s warm, slightly plaintive voice and his knack for melody, but the record belongs to a group: guitarist John Domenico’s tasteful leads, Jason McGovern’s keyboards and co-production instincts, Ben Cardine’s steady bass and Dan Nazario’s drums. The band’s website and press materials emphasize that this is “a band record,” one where arrangements were built by people who have been playing together for years and know how to leave space for each other. That chemistry is audible: the guitars converse, the rhythm section moves like a unit, and the keys add texture rather than crowding the mix.

Sound and lineage: power pop, indie rock, and a Philly-Jersey DNA

If you trace the DNA of A Still Life Revisited, you’ll find a lineage that ranges from jangly 90s college rock to the more melodically ornate sides of the early 2000s indie wave. The Tisburys wear those influences proudly — there are echoes of The Replacements’ emotional bluntness and Beatles-style melodic craft, but also the stadium-ready shimmer of bands who balanced grit with sheen. Yet the album never sounds like a pastiche. It’s unmistakably contemporary: production is bright without being slick, vocal harmonies land with the immediacy of a live show, and arrangements are built to make choruses stick. The band explicitly cites its Philly and Jersey Shore influences, and that regional grounding shows up in the record’s blend of small-town narrative detail and seaside, sing-along energy.

What makes The Tisburys special — and what lifts A Still Life Revisited above many power-pop records — is their attention to lyrical detail. Tyler Asay writes about ordinary moments in a way that strips them of cliché. Songs on the record address the “first half” of life — relationships, nostalgia, homecomings — without falling into mawkishness. Lines about family photographs, local landmarks, and the strange combination of comfort and claustrophobia that comes with returning to familiar places make these songs feel lived in. The best of the album pairs those specifics with anthemic choruses: you can sing along, but you can also listen closely and discover a story unfolding. Critics have singled out the band’s knack for marrying hooky arrangements with narrative songwriting as a central strength. And, you know, they are absolutely right.

Ordinary lives, big choruses

A Still Life Revisited isn’t a concept album in the strict sense, but the sequencing creates a coherent emotional arc — from longing to reflection to a kind of defiant hope. Several tracks stand out for the way they crystallize the band’s gifts.

“Forever” opens the record with a declaration:

“April days are forever
Nineteen days not together
Show my flaws through a camera lens
No more lies waiting to forget”

Armed with a chorus designed to lodge in the skull. It’s a song built slowly: clearly, Asay rewrote and revised the arrangement until the parts clicked, and that patience shows. The song’s telescoping structure — verse to pre-chorus to a cathartic refrain — demonstrates the band’s skill at sculpting dynamics so that the chorus lands like a communal exhale. It feels right.

Elsewhere, the album dips into more reflective territory. Tracks rich in harmonies and piano offer moments of tenderness: memories, small defeats, and reconciliations appear in detail rather than in sweeping generalities. The sonics are dynamic, bloom with backing vocals and subtle keyboards — a technique the band uses repeatedly to give emotional weight to otherwise modest lines.

Other songs lean into the band’s power-pop muscles. Hooks here are not mere commercial concessions but emotional amplifiers; when the group sings together, the effect is immediate and communal. The closing track “Here Comes the Lonesome Dove” — described in reviews as an “urgent, upbeat” send-off — mixes strong harmonies, urgent rhythm, and slightly darker lyrical shades to finish the album on a note that feels both celebratory and bittersweet. It’s a perfect closer, an effective summation of the album’s themes: growth, memory, and the ambiguity of home.

Production and studio choices: warm, direct, human

Recorded at Mt. Slippery (Dr. Dog’s suburban studio) with longtime engineer/producer Justin Nazario, the album’s sonic identity favors clarity and warmth over gimmickry. That environment — a comfortable, band-friendly studio with analog sensibilities — helps the band capture immediacy without losing fidelity. The drums snap, guitars shimmer, and the vocal center is forward without being overly compressed; harmonies sit naturally in the room rather than stuck on top of a slick production. Listeners who prize the feeling of a live band in a room will find much to like here.

If you know The Tisburys’ older releases, the evolution on A Still Life Revisited is noticeable but not jarring. Earlier records leaned more heavily on 90s radio rock and could feel rawer in places; here, the songwriting feels tighter and more collaborative. Reviews suggest this is the band’s “most collaborative effort to date,” with multiple members contributing production and arrangement ideas — a shift from a single songwriter model to a more democratic studio approach. The result is songs that are fuller in texture but no less intimate; the details of domestic life are still central, but the band now frames them with broader, more anthemic musical gestures.

Importantly, the Tisburys haven’t abandoned their core voice. Where some bands try to “grow up” by abandoning what made them distinctive, The Tisburys have expanded their palette while preserving their melodic instincts and narrative focus. That balance — between continuity and growth — is what makes this album feel like a genuine step forward instead of a rebrand.

Who will love this album?

A Still Life Revisited will appeal to a broad swath of listeners: fans of modern power pop, devotees of literate indie rock, and anyone who finds comfort in songs that sound like they were written by people who noticed life’s small edges and decided to sing them out loud. In 2025, when many records either chase novelty or hide behind irony, there’s a particular pleasure in music that foregrounds craft and communal warmth. The Tisburys offer both: the skill of well-constructed pop songs and the feeling of a band that wants to connect, not merely perform.

Sure, everyone says that no record is perfect, and A Still Life Revisited has modest limits. For listeners looking for radical sonic innovation that avoids melody or confrontational protest-based lyrical stances, this is not the album for you. The album’s strengths: finely tuned melodies, thoughtful narratives, and a band that clearly knows how to shape a song’s emotional arc make this record a stellar release for 2025.

A band refining its craft

Ultimately, A Still Life Revisited reads like the work of a group that has learned how to harness its influences — The Beatles’ melodic sense, 90s power-pop energy, and early-aughts indie bombast — and direct them toward songs that feel honest and communal. The album isn’t trying to shock or to invent an entirely new style; it’s trying to do something arguably harder: write memorable songs that respect the listener’s intelligence and reward repeated listening.

For a modern band based in a city with a cultural identity as rich and complicated as Philadelphia’s, making an album this warm, melodic, and grounded is no small feat. A Still Life Revisited is The Tisburys at their most assured: a record of small truths and big choruses, sung by a band that understands the difference between a catchy line and a song that stays with you. If you like your indie rock crafted, communal, and emotionally direct, this is an album worth putting on repeat.

Favorites of 2025: Elephants and Stars – Under The Earth and Above Heaven

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Indie rock has always thrived on the fringes: small venues, tiny labels, and the slow-building careers that reward patience more than hype. Few contemporary bands embody this spirit better than Elephants and Stars, the Canadian band whose latest album, Under the Earth and Above Heaven, feels like the result of years dedicated to refining melody, guitar as truth, rock and roll meaning, and a hard-won optimism tempered with a slight sarcasm that comes from not taking oneself too seriously. A real understanding that life has ups and downs.

The album’s title suggests a band thinking about place, about being suspended between hardship and hope, about grounding themselves even as they reach. And in many ways, this duality captures the spirit of Elephants and Stars themselves: musicians who write like they’ve lived a little, but still believe that a good chorus can solve something in the soul. A great song can change the world.

Under the Earth and Above Heaven is, simply put, their most confident and emotionally resonant work to date. But the record is also a reminder of why rock, guitars, harmonies, and honest storytelling still matter.

The band behind the sound
To understand the record, it helps to understand the people who made it. Elephants and Stars operate in a tradition familiar to fans of early 2000s alternative rock: tight rhythm sections, guitars that shimmer and crunch, and lyrics that manage sincerity without slipping into sentimentality.

The lineup, anchored by frontman Manfred Sittmann, whose signature vocals blend warmth with a slight rasp, has solidified into a group whose interplay feels lived-in. Sittmann writes and sings with the clarity of someone who knows the exact weight of each line, but the band behind him keeps things agile rather than precious. Sittmann’s melodic instincts shape much of the band’s identity. He’s joined by Adam Seed, whose lead guitar work brings a sharp, expressive edge to their sound, and longtime collaborator Michael MacMillan, whose bass lines provide both structure, rhythm, and warmth. The rhythm section finds its heartbeat in drummer Stewart McKinney, while Simon Head expands the band’s sonic palette with textured, atmospheric keyboard layers. Together, they create a modern rock sound grounded in pop-punk roots. Music that’s unmistakably hook-driven yet designed with a clear mission: to help bring rock back to the forefront.

The band’s story stretches back years, especially for Sittmann and MacMillan, who previously played together in the excellent group Soap Opera. Their long creative history gives the songs on their latest release a natural chemistry and ease, the feeling of musicians who know exactly how to respond to one another. That chemistry reaches a new peak on Under the Earth and Above Heaven, released in February of this year and produced by Ian Blurton, a collaboration that sharpens their sound while preserving the emotional immediacy that defines their work.

The guitars, often handled in layered pairs, move between bright open-chord passages and more aggressive leads. The bass lines are melodic without overpowering the mix, and the drumming is purposeful and punchy where it should be, restrained where the lyrics need breathing room. The result is a sound built on chemistry rather than simply studio polish.

The band feels like a cohort of people who know how to play to each other’s strengths. This matters because Under the Earth and Above Heaven is an album that depends on emotional pacing: crescendos that feel earned, shifts in tone that feel organic, and choruses that arrive with the momentum of a live show.

A sound defined by uplift without naïveté
From the opening track, Elephants and Stars make it clear that they are uninterested in the cynicism that often dominates modern rock. Their guitars ring with a kind of unguarded cascade of sonic joy, even when the lyrics are wrestling with frustration or loss. One of the most striking qualities of this album is how hope and melancholy coexist—not in competition, but in conversation.

The production leans into this duality. Vocals sit slightly forward in the mix, giving Sittmann’s storytelling a sense of directness and intimacy. The guitars, meanwhile, expand outward: wide, textured, layered. It’s the kind of sound associated with late-afternoon festival sets—sunlight still visible, the air cooling, the crowd settling into a collective feeling. And the sound? Loud, propulsive, aggressive, like a sonic caress.

What keeps the record from drifting into nostalgia is the band’s sense of precision. Each song feels built, not merely written. The hooks land with purpose. The bridges feel like necessary expansions, not detours. And the choruses—Elephants and Stars’ greatest strength—arrive like emotional confirmations.
This is a band that believes in melody the way some bands believe in distortion pedals: as the emotional engine of the music.

The lyrical world of the album
If the sound carries the emotional lift, the lyrics provide the grounding. Under the Earth and Above Heaven reads like a record about transition—moving from one stage of life to another, reconciling who you were with who you’re trying to become. The “earth” and “heaven” of the title function less as metaphysical spaces and more as metaphors for the pressures we carry and the aspirations we hold. Across the record, recurring themes emerge.

Across Under the Earth and Above Heaven, Elephants and Stars weave a thematic through-line that feels both deeply personal and universally readable. The record begins by making peace with the past, returning again and again to the bittersweet truth that old mistakes never quite vanish. Yet the band refuses to sink into regret. Instead, they treat memory like an old photograph—something to regard with a mix of tenderness and hard-earned gratitude for having made it through. That reflective stance sets the stage for one of the album’s central concerns: the search for steadiness in a world that rarely offers it. Life, as their lyrics suggest, often feels precarious, a suspended moment in which you’re “almost there” but never fully settled. But rather than express anxiety, the band leans toward determination, riding out the instability with resolve.

That determination is buoyed by another recurring insight: the importance of connection. Throughout the album, relationships of all kinds—romantic partners, close friends, the communities we build around ourselves—appear as the forces that keep us grounded. These songs push against the temptation to withdraw, insisting instead that meaning comes from being in the world with others. And within that engagement, the band finds flashes of transcendence in the most ordinary places: singing in the car, watching the sunrise after a sleepless night, catching the sound of someone’s laughter at just the right moment. These quiet, luminous details echo the “above heaven” imagery of the album’s title, suggesting that the extraordinary often reveals itself in the spaces where we least expect it.

The record carries an autobiographical weight without tipping into confession. Rather than offering a straightforward personal narrative, it gestures toward shared emotional terrain—less “here is my story” and more “here is a feeling you have probably known.” And while a full song-by-song analysis would exceed the scope of this discussion, several tracks stand out for the way they shape the album’s emotional arc, guiding listeners through reflection, uncertainty, connection, and ultimately the little but meaningful possibilities of joy.

The opener: urgency with clarity
The opening track, The Ceiling, wastes no time establishing the album’s stakes. A driving beat, guitars that arrive fully formed, and lyrics that describe the moment when indecision becomes action. It feels like a thesis statement: the band is not here to wallow; they are here to move. A bit more than midway through the record comes a standout track that shifts the tempo and deepens the tone, ‘Unlucky.’ This is where the band’s lyrical strengths shine: reflections on resilience, the cost of growth, and the quiet strength found in simply continuing. The arrangement builds around a groove—guitar, sway in the keyboards, more subtle percussion, then a full electric swell—mirroring the emotional climb.

The late-album surge: an anthem of uplift
As the album nears its conclusion, the band leans into one of their most triumphant choruses to date on ‘Paint Me Alive’. It’s the kind of moment designed to be shouted back at the stage, hands in the air, the kind of collective catharsis that only rock music can produce. The lyrics, which center on choosing light even when darkness is familiar, feel earned precisely because the album has carried listeners through doubt and tension.

The final track, The Ghosts, does something rare: it provides closure without collapsing into tidy resolution. It acknowledges the uncertainties that remain but offers a melodic reassurance that moving forward—however imperfectly—is worth celebrating.

Three elements make Under the Earth and Above Heaven one of Elephants and Stars’ most compelling releases: 1) Musical consistency without monotony. 2) The band has refined their sound without becoming predictable. And 3) Each song feels connected to the whole, but no two entries collapse into each other.

Emotional honesty that creates community
In an era where irony often dominates indie music discourse, Elephants and Stars commit wholeheartedly to sincerity. Their stories are earnest but never naive. The band creates A sense of community embedded in the music. Listening to the album feels like being welcomed into a shared emotional space. It’s personal, but it’s not private.

Elephants and Stars occupy an interesting place in today’s musical world. They are neither trend-chasers nor purists. Instead, they carry forward the tradition of emotionally articulate guitar rock: bands like The Weakerthans, early Jimmy Eat World, or mid-period The Hold Steady—artists who treat songwriting as craft rather than marketing. Their music reminds listeners that rock still has a role to play in articulating everyday emotional life. Not the grand dramas, but the subtle struggles: trying to be better, trying to stay hopeful, trying to find footing. In a digital era marked by fragmentation and fatigue, Under the Earth and Above Heaven feels refreshingly grounded.

Perhaps the greatest achievement of the album is its replayability. The first listen offers immediacy—hooks that land, choruses that stick. But subsequent listens reveal the details: the way a harmony hangs in the background, the way a guitar line subtly echoes a lyrical theme, the way the rhythm section builds tension without overstating it. This is music built not just to impress, but to accompany. It is the kind of record listeners grow with and discover far more over repeated listens.

An album for the moment we’re in
Under the Earth and Above Heaven succeeds because it feels like an album made by people committed to the power of song—not spectacle, not persona, but the craft of building moments of connection. In a fractured cultural moment, that feels almost radical.

Elephants and Stars may never be the kind of band that dominates streaming algorithms or headlines massive festivals. But this record demonstrates why they matter: they make music that sees listeners clearly. They make music that names the feelings many of us carry. They make music that reaches upward, outward, toward one another.

And sometimes, that’s exactly what good rock music is supposed to do.