I don’t expect you to like Night Beds. I feel as though they’re something I would have adored years ago, but I can’t seem to shake their very lovely debut album titled Country Sleep, an album I discovered earlier this year. There’s something really sappy about their tunes, but hell, I dig it, wholeheartedly.
I missed their first bout through Toronto at the Drake back in March. It’s unfortunate that the gig was the same night as Unknown Mortal Orchestra’s…
Oh yeah, and Night Bedds, AKA Winston Yellen, is a total fox:
Is it weird that I cannot help but think of this guy when I hear the name Winston?