While there have been plenty of bands under the umbrella of folk doing well on the global level as of late, there seems to be one recurring problem I have with many of them: a lack of sincerity. Any band can stomp rhythmically on the ground, throw some forlorn rhetoric into their lyrics or integrate a menagerie of instrumentation into an album, but few can do it with the sincere gusto of Saintseneca.
Though the four-piece have been playing house shows for four years, they only just released their first full-length album, ironically entitled Last, on August 16th. Since the first listen, Last has definitely been played more than anything in my iTunes library. Some tracks proved to be particularly nostalgic for me in missing the lovely aspects of Ohio (“Last,” “Shipwrecked,” “Missing Dogs”), while others illuminate the faith I’ve always had in Columbus’s local music scene (“Acid Rain,” “Beasts,” “The Worst Days”).