Delicate Steve, Yellow Ostrich

Take a visit to Lukes Garage, Delicate Steves latest album, and youll discover a place where sparks of creativity fly in all directions, where melodies splatter the walls like brightly hued paint, where no idea is too simple, too ingenuous, too full of childlike wonder. The L.A.-via-Jersey guitarist born Steve Marion, whose credits include session work for Amen Dunes, Paul Simon, and Deradoorian, had no grand plan for making it: he would simply book some time at a friends studio, hunker down, and play. Hes always allowed intuition to guide him, composing his jubilantly tuneful instrumentals as he records them, but this time, he felt freer than ever to keep the seams showing, and dont polish everything, and keep it raw, and alive, and electric-feeling, he says. He chose the title, Lukes Garage, as a tribute to his pal and sometime collaborator Luke Temple, but also for the anything-goes adolescent innocence it conjured: the feeling of heading over to a buddys house, turning up the amps, and creating your own world. In the world of Lukes Garage, a passage of music that feels like a sketch in progress might open into a hook so finely wrought, so obviously right, that you have a hard time believing you havent heard it before. The two passages may in fact be one and the same. There are songs that feel destined to soundtrack memories of windows-down road trips, and those more suited to moments of hushed intimacy. A shadowy synth-pop excursion (Light of the World) veers into a candlelit soul ballad (Shall Be Free); a chugging garage-rocker (the title track, naturally) sets up an unexpected detour into slinky disco (There Goes My Baby). Delicate Steves unmistakable sensibility, his tone airy yet tactile, his lines full of poignant bends and whimsical asides, is a benevolent guide through the ever-shifting landscape, keeping a steady hand on the wheel no matter the surroundings. He has little interest in showing off, focusing instead on clarity, simplicity, and directnessmor