Such a sweet name for such a haunting batch of music from a lady otherwise known as Lily.
Yes Please makes its home in San Francisco (and Olympia); the eerie expressions by this talented songwriter will homestead in your head real quick. Lily pulls nearly every instrument down from the attic, looping her angel croons and meditative moans over harmonicas, toy pianos, guitars, and percussion that moves all over the headphones. If you dig
Bon Iver, Yes Please similarly evokes old wounds and new catharsis through a delicate path of textured instrumentation. But where the former keeps his songs compact, Lily sprawls outside typical song frameworks. Each of the five songs on her
MySpace page is a different adventure on sonic introspection from freak folk's darker shadows.