Brandon takes up Dave’s challenge and goes full curmudgeon. Are Girls wasting their talents on Father, Son, Holy Ghost? Do flutes really suck? (hint: yes.) Most importantly though, are Girls the quintessential post-modern rock band? (Oh yeah. He went there.) These questions answered (or, at least, you know, alluded to) after the jump.
Dave decided to partake in a science experiment: having no prior knowledge of Girls whatsoever, he threw on his headphones, gave it one solid listen through on his way to work, and provided us with the play by play. The result? “WTF?” (I’m paraphrasing.) Dave needs more listens.
Brandon calls up Dave Weintrop for what was supposed to be an enthusiastic discussion of Girls’ second LP, Father, Son, Holy Ghost. But after more than a few listens, the band of many faces appears to have settled on just a couple. Brandon gets his killjoy critical hat on, and he’s not happy about it.
Life Hard: I Try is the fourth LP from the Sacramento based artist and musician, Daniel Trudeau. This dialectic started out well and then just dissolved into an appreciation of The Wrens and a vain attempt to direct some ladies Brandon’s way. The full conversation between Sarah and Brandon after the jump.
Part 4 of this sadly disintegrating review. Sarah moves on to the Wrens, because why not, and throws a glowing recommendation my way. Thanks, Sarah.
Life Hard: I Try might have a shorter shelf life than previously thought – not just because Trudeau thought releasing it via cassette tape initially was the most righteously awesome thing he could do for his career. In other news, Brandon is available and bearded.
So, Sarah agrees with me. She is after all, my audiovole. But then she pulls out Rogue Wave’s Our of the Shadow… and I’m all like WTF, dude? I wasn’t like that at all. Mostly this is just a love fest for fellow AV contributor, Natalie Snoyman. A well deserved love fest.
Life Hard: I Try is the fourth LP from the Sacramento based artist and musician, Daniel Trudeau. It’s a true grower – an annoying colicky baby on first listen, a petulant brat the second time, but eventually revealing itself to be a complex Lothario whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Or something like that. Brandon … Continue reading
Beirut’s third LP, The Rip Tide, is either Zach Condon’s best effort to date or a minor work that sees a prodigious and incredibly young talent in a holding pattern. Depends on who you ask. Brandon and Cutter had at it and one man emerged victorious.
Cutter lays the smack down and establishes himself as the more mature, level headed reviewer in this final leg of The Rip Tide dialectic. He also informs Brandon that if he may be more “hopeless” than “romantic,” which, I’ll be honest, kind of stung a little bit.