Los Angeles singer-songwriter Evan Myall has spent the last decade playing guitar with Sleepy Sun and recording and writing with Fine Points. And through his tenure with these bands, he’s developed an innate sense of melodic dismantlement, a way of stripping back all the extraneous parts of his influences and reckoning with their base elements. He’s then able to layer these sounds together without external pressure, relying only on an internal rhythmic compass to guide his work.
Taking cues from artists like George Harrison and Glen Campbell, Myall is a storyteller first and foremost, a purveyor of musical narratives that blend fuzzed-out indie rock with Baroque pop arrangements and psych flourishes. His work is catchy and crafted with care for the details that so few other artists even recognize. He is set to release his debut self-titled record on May 8 via Royal Oakie Records, having worked with producers David Glasebrook and Nicholas Frances Stein to realize the intricacies of his multi-angled creativity.
“We threw all of our colors at the wall; aspiring to make something wondrous,” Myall explains. “But within the words and melodies, a darkness revealed itself. So we had to learn how to grow and glow in the dark.”
On recent single, “Forever Mine”, Myall traipses through an atmosphere of alterna-folk melodies and gorgeous pop arrangements, providing a lush environment for his softly bruised voice to roam and beckon our close attention. Between echoing piano plinks and gossamer guitar lines, the track blooms and unfurls into a beautiful and emotionally resonant current of guarded memories and universal sentiment. Lyrically, it explores the recollections of a former home of Myall’s and the ache which accompanied his leaving.
He recalls: “One of the lines in ‘Forever Mine’ is “Easy Money, the world’s in hindsight…I’m not ready to turn back time.” There’s a liquor store in the Outer Sunset district of San Francisco. It’s called ‘Easy Money’. The shopkeep is hilarious. A wonderful woman named Renata. She loved our little rat dog and cried with us when he passed away. I miss Renata. If you go, tell her I said hi.”