Spoon Unleash Dual Epiphanies: ‘Chateau Blues’ & ‘Guess I’m Fallin in Love’

In a quiet stroke of cosmic timing, indie-rock heroes Spoon have coaxed two new melodies into life: ‘Chateau Blues’ and ‘Guess I’m Fallin in Love’ emerging today like twin constellations in the galaxy of indie rock. Recorded in the creative ethers of Austin, Texas and Providence, Rhode Island - these songs are the first sparks of what’s to come - called forward not out of obligation, but out of urgency. A need to let them breathe now.

Late last night or maybe it was early this morning - the two new songs slipped out like cigarette smoke through a cracked motel window. Not part of some grand rollout. No fanfare, just the feeling of something too good to wait for.

“Chateau Blues” is all jittery charm. It sounds like something you’d hear leaking out of a cracked car window at night while you’re deciding whether or not to kiss him. Rough around the edges, tight where it counts. A bit lo-fi, but kind of deliberate, with teeth that glint when it grins.

And “Guess I’m Fallin in Love”?

It’s the other side of the same coin.

It’s the aftermath. It’s the moment your stomach drops because, shit, maybe this isn’t just fun anymore. Maybe you mean it. Maybe they do too. There’s space in this one. Air. It leans in close but doesn’t demand anything. It’s a like shrug or whisper. A doorway cracked open. 

Britt Daniel also leans into the simultaneous urgency of it all: “It’s a big day all around," he told Pitchfork.. "Tonight we kick off our first tour in a while in Santa Ana, and tomorrow we start up our run with the Pixies - let’s face it, one of theee great bands of all TIMES. A band that some may know has long been near and dear to me.”  

And then there’s the video - stitched together like memory, like dream fragments caught on the back of your hand. Super 8 reels flicker like ghostlight: tour vans, neon signs, glimpses of faces in passing glass. 

Over it all: Britt’s handwritten lyrics, scrawled like pages from a diary you’re not supposed to read but can’t stop staring at. A visual love letter to the process. To impermanence. To the blur between now and then.

If you’ve been missing that feeling, the one where guitars sound like secrets and lyrics land like the truth - you should press play.

Or better yet - go see them. They’re on tour now with the Pixies.

Louder rooms, longer nights.

But these songs?

They belong to you already.

You’ll carry them in your coat pocket like a note from someone who used to make you nervous.