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01:45 am, by arboretic

Bruce Hornsby convinced me to quit my job. When I’m unhappy, he’s always there.

Thanks Bruce. And The Range, of course.

#3


‘The Way It Is’ is about as triumphant as it gets. The drums are huge (but thankfully this is one of a few lucky albums from this era that manages to sound organic as well as majorly anthemic), the guitar solos are predictable (not a bad thing), I think the same synth pad is droning from start to finish, and Bruce Hornsby apparently really misses someone. 

 Every Little Kiss is the song that I really fell in love with first. The playful free time piano intro, the mulled bass synth and drums follow and then the brilliant hook leads you in. “When the day goes down on the water town, when the sun sinks low all around, that’s when I know I, I need you now, yes you’re what I miss, every little kiss, every little one”. The vocal melodies are perfect, the whole things ebs and flows effortlessly. Mandolin Rain: What a chorus. The Way It Is; You’ll never hear a piano solo quite as satisfyingly arrogant and rock and roll than this, this song just speeds by, enters in bliss and doesn’t falter. As for The Red Plains, I wasn’t ready for it. It’s done effortlessly but there’s so much going on. The stomping off beat chords really do seem to come out of nowhere, even third time round. It’s a perfect closer. But maybe I ought to take back what I said about that last piano solo, maybe this is the one.

Regardless, this album is about the most fun I think any musicians could have, There’s so many layers and amazing hidden moments of genius to pick out. This album is a big room full of love, and it’s a bit of a hilarious kick in the face to modesty. It’s just as epic and ridiculous as everyone really wants to be deep down, and that’s why it’s perfect, because somehow, in all the flamboyance, none of it feels forced. It’s all very honest, very real. And that’s why it’s more powerful than it might seem on the face of it. Behind the awful cover art is something really special.

02:19 pm, by arboretic

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06:54 pm, by arboretic

#2

Algernon Cadwallader - Parrot Flies

Today is a personal triumph against my own doubt and fear of things staying the same. That’s why I’ll be listening to Algernon Cadwallader all day.

This album is unashamedly positive, wonderfully child-like and it rouses a happy dreaminess in me that growing up constantly puts to sleep. Each element of this album pushes that same feeling with its own personality; the drums are a heavily tape-driven powerhouse of energy, the basslines are brilliant pop hooks that give the whole thing an identity, the impossibly spazzy guitar bring the fun, the shout-along vocals, it’s all so ideal for the people this band speak to. Sure, the 90s emo revival might feel overdrawn to some, but this band revel in their influences, not hide from them. They’re not hiding from anything, they’re Algernon Cadwallader, and they came to bring joy.

Highlights: Pitfall+preservatives (together), the absolute shredzor solos on Chewed Up and Spit Out (In a Bowl) and Cruisin’, the lyrics to If It Kills Me

“My stick broke, at the very last hit!”

01:47 pm, by arboretic1 note

Turning this into a blog in which I dribble emotional spiel about albums I love. Not a review site, just unleashing obsessive bile.

First, Winter Beard by Touch Committee. The most special thing about touch commitee is that I could name a hundred bands they might sound like, but I could never name one that feels quite the same. Everything they write has a dramatic sense of importance and tension; every song feels like it has a distinct purpose, like it’s going somewhere. It’s sheer 90’s esque guitar hero songwriting wizardry. Every line is a chorus, there is always room for a guitar solo, and yet they still know how to keep it constrained with a shy pop sensibility. This band carry on where all of the bands I’m too young to have seen left off. Hey, Stay Hungry, Spitting Speed, Elephant Seal and Blue Glass are the stand outs. And as for the lyrics…

“Skin and bones mean nothing without will to use them now. By yourself, in light, fingers slip down your spine”

If you buy the vinyl or CD it comes with two incredible extra tracks that are an indication of where it would have went if they’d kept it going. Crying shame that they didn’t. Do it! Available on Bandcamp

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My new sounds:

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My new sounds:

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