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This is the side project of the singer/guitarist of Circle Takes the Square, more drone/folk goodness. He actually lives like 20 mins away from me here in VA, p cool.
I don't think I've listened to his past couple releases, but when I read that Nick Sanborn (Sylvan Esso) was the producer along with a bunch of musicians also from North Carolina hoping into the studio with them, I was pretty excited. Perhaps it's exactly for this reason that I thought everything came across almost too rounded and polished. It reminded me of something Chuck Klosterman said at a book reading a few years ago when I saw him and some jackass asked, "Is indie rock dead?" He responded, and I'm paraphrasing, "Of course not. And it's not that I don't like any of it, I just don't like how music these days is recorded." I felt exactly this when I was listening to it. It was sonically really relaxed to the point of boredom and the sound was really polished in a soft way that detracted from any and all grit his music once had.
tl;dr: It left a lot to be desired and was frankly not very interesting.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Apr 23, 2023 5:19:21 GMT -5
As we go, driving on the interstate Acid took us on a date Orange blood dripping from the sun Tell me you're the one Leave the record on, singing every song like Oh-oh-oh
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by theAlbinoRhino on Apr 24, 2023 23:34:24 GMT -5
There's nothing like this parking lot And seeing the stars in morning I can see them from where I'm lying I can feel the cold, cold pavement on my skin And it's tingling
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Apr 27, 2023 3:58:44 GMT -5
Oh, that it's cool for you to love me now... I'm everything (I am) Everything - 'cause tried and true, I see the light in you Oh, can you dig in my soul, could you smell my whole... life?
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Apr 27, 2023 4:39:43 GMT -5
When my body won't hold me anymore And it finally lets me free Will I be ready? When my feet won't walk another mile And my lips give their last kiss goodbye Will my hands be steady when I lay down my fears, my hopes, and my doubts? The rings on my fingers, and the keys to my house With no hard feelings When the sun hangs low in the west And the light in my chest won't be kept held at bay any longer When the jealousy fades away And it's ash and dust for cash and lust And it's just hallelujah And love in thought, love in the words Love in the songs they sing in the church And no hard feelings
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.