Windsor Drive is moody, but in a good way. The finely crafted indie-pop the band practices is a bit on the emotional side, but not necessarily mopey. But they do, you know, feel stuff; their songs have nothing to do with cleverness, hipness or the making of statements. These are the kind of songs that arise from jotting thoughts and impressions down in a battered journal that’s forever sticking out of the back pocket of your jeans. Honest and introspective without being cloying or preachy, the lyrics find a happy mate in mid-tempo arrangements of ever so slightly soaring guitars and keys that verge on urgent, while singer Kipp Wilde is unafraid of using his full vocal range, emoting cleanly and without artifice. This is not world-changing music, but it is good music — a fine backdrop to a relaxed evening, or a nighttime drive when the weather’s decent and the windows are down. Also of note is that Windsor Drive recently moved to Houston — that’s right, bitches, Houston — to pursue their musical career. That alone makes the band worth your $10.
This article appears in Oct 1-7, 2009.
