Rainbow Chan hails from Sydney, Australia. I love her cover of The Cardigans' "Lovefool."
While classically trained in saxophone, piano and choral music from an early age, Chan's fondest memories of music are those of family day-trips in a squishy car, singing along to mix-tapes sent from her grandmother in Hong Kong. From Chinese folksongs to 1950's ballads, Grandma's hodge-podge tapes would have a lasting impression on Chan's music.
An eclectic mix of electronic and acoustic textures, Chan's songs are delicately-crafted gems. Live loops are created with music-boxes, thumb-pianos and vintage toys. Lilting guitar is matched with 8-bit keyboards, distorted beats and glockenspiels. Experimentation is interlaced with the other-worldly charm of her voice.
My pal Terry Ashkinos, a veteran of the San Francisco indie music scene (Elephone, El Terrible) keeps the dark wave dream alive with the deep and expansive new track “Close,” from Fake Your Own Death’s as-yet-untitled album due out in late spring. Listen below! Fake Your Own Death (Ashkinos, Scott Eberhardt, and Adrian McCullough) perform […]
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