There are times when the mood of music is enough…times where some weird sound can carry you through. Cardiff’s Soft Hearted Scientists know how to make eerie soft electronic psychedelia. The space between the notes, the light drums, the watery keys, the hardly hard-enough strumming of the guitar. On the first listen I just wanted […]
[READER ADVISORY WARNING: The following review does not reach a clear conclusion about the album in question and might disturb some audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.] Why aren’t I crying? I ought to be. The writing’s on the wall. No, not because of this LP. Not at all. Tiny Ruins is so grey in its […]
Damn it, Beck. It’s not that I – or anyone else at Collapse Board, for that matter – hate successful white guys with guitars. We’re just hard-pressed to find one that doesn’t bore us to tears or drive us nuts with their banal male sexuality. Nor is it true that there’s no place for sentimental […]
The voice is… the voice is like the spring rain beating down on my window outside. Refreshing, and with the smell of pears.
It was a simple statement, made on a friend’s Facebook status. “I never got what the big deal is about Nick Drake.”
Why is that male-fronted bands are more easily notorious for emotionality than any similarly visceral girl-fronted bands?
Helplessness Blues is 50 minutes of laments for one’s self in the face of shifting uncertainty, framed in endless soothing harmonies, an opiate of sighs.