The Deal: Charlotte rock quartet Transmission Fields releases eight-song, self-titled studio effort on Nov. 28, 2009.
The Good: Too often, a band releases its debut CD and gets all of the great stuff out and then begins a steady downward slide from album to album as their fanbase decreases and they're slowly forgotten. The opposite trend would describe Transmission Fields – the band's latest effort is some of its best work and shows an upward trend in both musicianship and songwriting. The Joe Kuhlman-produced disc opens up with the catchy, anthemic "Air/Lungs" before going a bit more of the pop-rock route for "State of Disrepair" – pop without being cliché or cheesy. Things slow down for "Ballad of Meaningless Words" – allowing for more focus on vocals and lyrics. The band gets a little more playuful with effects on "Pills" and closes out the disc with the spacy "Memory."
The Bad: As always with good music, you always wish there was more of it.
The Verdict: Good things come to those who wait, or those who bust their collective asses to improve their craft. One of the better local releases I heard this past year – and there are lots of them.
It's hard to pin down why Transmission Fields never feel like they're talking down to you or skirting the airbrushed condescension of a Coldplay single in their uber-accessible tracks. The greatest asset on that count is probably Lee Neitzel's effortlessly superior voice, which anchors anthemic refrains with ideal falsetto and just a pinch of rasp. There's something geographically on point about this quartet of North Carolinians as well—where we might expect shiny bombast from such power pop, the Fields are more about coziness, which is why the breezy southern rock guitar solo in "Run" comes more naturally than the glassy left-field electro-breakdown in "Days of Waiting." And while those valleys do cut swaths between the high points—and sometimes TF are guilty of killing time before the climb—I won't argue with a band that successfully molds conventions rather than casually obliterating them."
Neitzel’s voice glides easily into his upper register while flanked by nicely understated harmonies. The band maintains its own sound throughout, yet “Words” is laced with shades of Americana due to Neitzel’s slightly twangy phrasing (especially on “Run”) and the warmth of dreamy shoegazer pop."












