Local Review: Joey Brandin – Dim Lit Room

Local Review: Joey Brandin – Dim Lit Room

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Joey Brandin
Dim Lit Room

Self-Released
Street: 09.19.15
Joey Brandin = Beirut x Bob Dylan x Devendra Banhart

There is a worldly quality to Joey Brandin that transcends Salt Lake City. Though the singer-songwriter recorded his debut album, Dim Lit Room, in the very apartment shown on the LP’s cover, the songs themselves go beyond the enclosed area of their origin—you’ll hide away in the French Riviera while listening to “Untitled” and walk yellow beaches to the tune of “Silhouettes.” However foreign their feel, the tracks still carry with them a familiarity, one akin to the warmth and repose of a new home made your own.

At times, the songs bleed into each other to the point of indistinctness, as it should be on a rainy-day folk record. Instrumentally, Brandin isn’t trying to shock you. His composition is quiet—acoustics, finger-snapping, vocals à la Morrissey—so as to create a sonic atmosphere as inviting as is that dim lit room. He succeeds almost to a fault. Were it the early 2000s, and Myspace still a thing, the title song would be the next “Hey There, Delilah.”

Unlike many of his contemporaries, the musician isn’t unhappy. Brandin seems, rather, to be in love. The only heartbreak Brandin feels is a sociopolitical one. “To the Struggle,” arguably the album’s coup de grâce, canvasses change. An all-out anthem for the sick-and-tired progressive, the song voices truths that are often left unsaid. It’s the kind of cry for justice that could have been used to campaign for Bernie, were Brandin as celebrated as Ed Droste. While Brandin’s presence may seem soft, his words most certainly are not. 

While some might dismiss Brandin as a coffeehouse minstrel (he is a regular at Salt Lake Roasting Co., Coffee Break and Mestizo), his cultivated sound and opinion will likely displace him from any one environment. He can be listened to in bad weather or on a Sunday afternoon—when you’re unnerved or hopeful, sure or unsure. He can be listened to by the escapist, the sensitive, the doer. Brandin makes room for everyone. –Cassidy McCraney