Tall Friend

REVIEW: Tall Friend - Safely Nobody's

Laura Kerry

Tall Friend’s new album Safely Nobody’s begins with a song called “Mother,” which is a recorded voicemail played over a subdued bass line. The voice addresses Charlie (Pfaff), the driving force behind the trio, through tears: “It’s Mom. Everything will be ok. I love you so much.”  

It’s a striking half-minute recording, as much for the display of unpolished, maternal emotion as for the fact that the band opted to include it in their album. Tall Friend, also comprised of Cale Cuellar and Jesse Paller, describes Safely Nobody’s as “a documentation of me packing up and unboxing many, many years of hurt.” Right at the start of the album, “Mother” makes a promise that it will spare nothing in that documentation.

What follows in the next eight songs, though, unfolds with lightness and beauty. In contrast to the direct and affecting voicemail that haunts the ensuing music, the rest of Tall Friend’s hurts emerge in fragments. The mother returns throughout the album alongside other family members and people not mentioned by name, hinting at what hurts may have inspired it. The mom calls from a hospital to say “happy birthday” in “Oats,” the narrator finds a video of themselves dancing with their father when they were four in “Apoptosis,” and they face the threat of goodbye on “Radio.” Narrated over loose and lo-fi combinations—sometimes delicate, sometimes punchy—of bright guitar, simple bass, and tight, soft drums in songs that last no longer than around two minutes, the stories on Safely Nobody’s are raw but skeletal, and not without sweetness.

Both rawness and sweetness emerge in extremes on Pfaff’s vocals. They primarily sing with a breathy tone that borders on twee, but they darken the edges from time to time. In “72,” the low, psychedelic repetition in the verse offers deeper, huskier tones; the close, foregrounded vocals on “Radio” sound sharp against the dissonant, jittery composition; and on “Apoptosis," Pfaff’s chant-like singing is simultaneously intimate and echoing, like a sorcerer reciting spells in a small cave. Pain—family strife, romantic heartbreak—has the ability to render you childlike in one moment and wise beyond your years in the next. Throughout the album, Tall Friend captures this phenomenon through both the vocals and lyrics (“I have been grown since I was small," they say to their mother on “Oats,” “I'm still little, but what does that mean?” they sing on “Skate Ramp,” and “At playtime, I’m always the doggy” in “KB”).

There’s nothing childlike about Tall Friend’s songwriting, though. Practicing a skill even harder than divulging raw, unfiltered emotion in lyrics, Pfaff manages to capture feeling through poetic insinuation. Safely Nobody’s is filled with diversions and stand-ins. “Natural Things” focuses on the lighting of a match but ends with a self-effacing observation: “You like me / When I'm not so loud.” In “KB”—one of the standouts on the album—their dad “watches storms like he's looking in the mirror / Like if he squints hard enough he'll become the lightning.” The song ebbs and flows through fathers, lightning, myths, playtime, nectarines, and fake praying, but it ends with a punch in the gut: “I love you, could I make it any clearer?”  

In that kind of moment, found throughout Safely Nobody’s, Tall Friend accomplishes exactly what they intend; “I ... know that there are people out there still feeling desolate and unsure of what tomorrow will bring. I hope that these songs will provide a little bit of solace,” Pfaff writes in the album’s notes. Like the best soul-bearing music or a message from a loved one, solace is exactly what Tall Friend brings.

Check out Tall Friend playing "KB" live in the Blue Room here.

REVIEW: Tall Friend - tawl friend

Kelly Kirwan

Tall Friend is who you turn to when you’re feeling lonely. The alternative indie outfit—operating out of Washington, DC—string together folk-inspired tracks that revolve around feelings of longing and just-quite-but-not-enough human connection. Their latest EP, tawl friend, proves not only their inkling to have a play on words, but that their music is self-assured even when their lyrics grapple with uncertainty and insecurity. They’ve funneled those gloomier moments of their past (or hell, present) into slightly forlorn tracks that are bound to strum the personal chords of your own memories—as a result, Tall Friend's music is supremely intimate. Each song has the brevity of an emotionally-packed vignette, and as a listener I felt as though I were reading the margin-scribblings of someone’s diary, those snippets of how a person felt on the fringes.

Yet Tall Friend’s songs never seem to drown in the isolation they describe. Rather, they have a wry and no-frills air about them, like on the closing track "guts": “I was 7 when my parents / Moved to separate beds / And I was seventeen when I realized beds / Are not sacred, they’re just places to sleep and give head.”  It’s a song that grapples with the strange dynamic of sex and intimacy, and how the two aren’t always intertwined. "ch"’s lo-fi, semi-raspy vocals go through stages of vulnerability over the three stanzas, the final being a consolation to a friend that feels tainted: “You will always be nothing but magic to me.” It’s strangely sweet, all melancholy considered.

tawl friend reminds me of all the twenty-somethings (myself included) figuring out relationships when there are still tinges of adolescent growing pains lurking beneath the surface. Like the track "cockroach" (just one of the album’s two insect-themed titles), that tackles the subject of longing, not even for a specific person, but for self-security. The neutral delivery feels ironic considering the slight anxiety underneath: “Tell me what you’re thinking / What’s been on your mind / I really hope it’s me ‘cause I have / This obsession with being liked.” If you’ve thought it, it seems like Tall Friend will say it unapologetically.

When the band does take a detour from honest, straightforward talk, there enter metaphors of love (or whatever is closest to it) being akin to an infestation. Like the opener, "termites," which begins with dual imagery of exploration and even slight decay: “I’ll become a big oak tree / And let the beetles eat their way through me / And when they’re done you’ll carve your name.” It isn’t necessarily saying love is destructive, but that it can be messy and not without its marks. Tall Friend isn’t trying to say "stay away," but they seem to be raising an eyebrow to see if we feel the same. And I do.

tawl friend is a pensive throwback to the indie-folk that flared up in the '90s. It’s conversational and a touch sad without being masochistic (for our musical trio and us listeners). Like I said, they’re here for you when you’re feeling lonely.