I was in high school when I started going to DesArk shows. I’d sit in crowds seated concentrically around Aimée Argote’s feet while she whisper-sang songs over her weirdly-tuned guitar and introduced the grim content of her lyrics with measured sincerity and the occasional beleaguered joke. Des Ark’s last two full-lengths (Everything Dies and Don’t Rock the Boat, Sink the Fucker) document these soft, bare melodies’ growth into lush instrumental tracks a world away from guitar-driven records like Loose Lips Sink Ships. If you miss loud DesArk,Everything Dies might enjoin you to grow up. There are strings, pianos, dobros, and choral vocals layered over Argote’s finger picking, as her vocals and lyricism still bespeak the deep rage and sorrow that have kept me crying alone at DesArk shows for the last ten years. If you like the Live on WXDU self-releases, Everything Dies is worth hearing, if only to catch a glimpse of Argote’s process of spinning tinkly melodies of heartbreak, violence, and healing into full, robust arrangements—some the prettiest songs about dying I’ve heard lately.
–Lyle (Graveface, graveface.com)