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 Everett True

Music criticism as it could be

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One of Collapse Board’s irregular contributors tipped me off to this. Music criticism as it could be, courtesy of New Musical Releases.

Mogwai – A Wrenched Virile Lore

The ubiquitously spongy astral spookiness on “Rano Pano” comes head on with the explicit aspirations of leaving that lasting impression sure to relive the inquiry. The work is meticulous. Dark and verboten with the rarefied gossamer intonation that plays for keeps. Compiled by Klad Hest, the movement has a tinny compression with a expunged bass elucidation that is bulbous and extraneously impugn. The later remix of “Rano Pano” transmitted by Tim Hecker is more shapely. The contingency founds a texture to some exaltation. It really bares down on the quintessential airiness exploding into a cathartic distortion.  Stunningly enthused.

Tegan And Sarah – Heartthrob

The garrulous flippancy ominously forebodes. I do forbid that their overly zealous residency finds a little frivolity in the sense that these lesbians aren’t shy of being gay or Canadian. And it shows.

Pearl Jam – 20

Eddie Vedder and the boys make a considerably galavanting recourse in to the who’s who of their respective counterparts and sets the stage for some, well lets just say, they bubble to the surface like liquid magma on many of their approaches to the game of rock and roll and far surpass the work on their last album Backspace which I didnt like all that much.

Dream Boat – Eclipsing

Teamed up with Dan Donahue, the Athens, GA duo make an aesthetic estetique, an offering to the God’s- complex in texture, yet simple and threadbare, as the lull of soft core alternative bays you into to see the blackened surreptition of the paisley psychedelia- gloomy and verboten. The slithering serpentry in the fizzle of the forked tongue of an orchestration that could have just as easily run amuck as the venom blinds us to the night. An album that was all processed with an apparent conception, but the overall composure sounds like it was all thrown together in a topsy turby affair.

The Babies – Our House On The Hill

A tethered recital 5 years ago between burgeoning blossom of The Babies, fronted by bassist Kevin Morby, formerly of Woods, alongside Vivian Girls’ Cassie Ramone would have been the subject of some local tavern throwing together a haphazard rock show for anyone who could be obliged to give them the time of day.

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