Shiloh

About Shiloh

How others have described Shiloh:

“If Jeff Tweedy and Rivers Cuomo hung out, drank some whiskey, and created folk-leaning jams, the product would have been something like Shiloh.”
–Local Loop Press

“Rambunctious local rockers Shiloh have a knack for hodgepodges that feel slightly, delightfully off: their songs might contain any combination of playful bar-rock piano, poppy 60s harmony vocals, pained alt-country bleating, fuzzy slacker riffs, garage-band jangle, somber country slide guitar, and acoustic antifolk strumming. The tunes remind me of scraggly but adorable puppies—Shiloh’s charm comes not only from their pop hooks but also from their slight imperfections, such as an intermittently sloppy drum part or dubiously in-tune vocals. That ragged sound is a good fit for the band’s lyrics, which often address the ways emotional highs can be bound up with pain. On the new Mrs. (Rhed Rholl), “It’s Good Then It’s Gone” talks in the same breath about the euphoria of falling in love and the bitter hurt of losing it; “The Drugs Won’t Bring It Back” is about a guy who takes drugs by himself out of nostalgia for the fun, fucked-up times he had with his friends. Thankfully there are enough playful moments to keep Mrs. from ending up a bummer—album closer “Perfecting the Art” sounds like Weezer’s “Pink Triangle” reworked by a country-fried Beach Boys.”
–Leor Galil, Chicago Reader
“Any song from their latest LP Mrs. will affirm that they’re undeniably a pop band, but there’s something slightly off-kilter going on here. Take the totally unexpected afro-tinged break-down that the first track, “Midwestern Sigh” ends with; or the instrumental “Winking Buick,” which starts with a jerky intro that eventually progresses into a blissful jam with coo-ing harmonies over guitar feedback and random piano clunks.

Why we love them: They teeter across the line separating accessibility and quirkiness, and never sacrifice melody for abrasiveness. Built to Spill meets old Dr. Dog, and voila, you have Shiloh.”
–Local Loop