I love it! The Ghost of Paul Revere absolutely nailed it with their new single and accompanying music video, “Love At Your Convenience.” The vocals are powerful while the instrumentals are heavy and deeply rooted in a soulful mixture of folk, bluegrass, rock and a touch of alternativeness. They refer to their style as ‘holler folk.’ It seems to me it is an adaptation of the field holler genre which was sung by Black slaves. The cry or holler hallmark of this music expressed feelings surroundings abysmal, truly unacceptable conditions. Ultimately, field holler influenced blues, R&B and spirituals which then inspired the origins of folk. Voilà, the creation of The Ghost of Paul Revere’s phenomenal sound, wonderfully demonstrated in their commanding, new tune.
“Love At Your Convenience” oozes masculinity. It is also intuitive, easy, and lively, with sing-along hooks. Upon first listen I’m already bouncing about my house bellowing, “I said, I told you, I’m angry and I ain’t coming back. I said, I told you, I am angry and I ain’t coming back. I said, I told you, I love you, and I ain’t coming back. No more.” Although I sing terribly this is a telltale sign of a good tune. Yet, it’s not just that it is fun to join in or that the band’s intensity is contagious. This song is relatable. The group captures the sickening rawness when ending a relationship with an immensely, important love. They simultaneously encapsulate the craziness of somehow coming to terms with the decision to walk away even though love is still present and quite real. My girlfriends are battling disappointments encompassing love. (Me; not so much. I’m jaded, a bit damaged and frankly over it.) Frantic texts, sobbing voicemails as well as disenchanted convos have been plentiful as of late, always being the supportive go-to, notorious for listening, never judging and staying even-keeled. Spending a good amount of time with the piece and perhaps overcome by the sadness of friends, my visceral, ‘Hell Yeah,’ reaction is triggered. The song provides necessary, bottomless healing in a simple but honest and effective way. I’ll be directing all those hurting to “Love At Your Convenience” as it is the perfect move on anthem, no one needs this BS, nonsense. Channeling The Ghost of Paul Revere, let’s roar, “My love, my love ain’t here for your convenience.”