Before: Never heard of them.
After:
Alright, settin' me up with some layered beats. Bouncy, like a hammock embracing you. It's 68 degrees in this musical hammock. I'm drinking slightly sweet yet tepid powdered iced tea. Someone just gave me a 10%-off coupon for Target. In summary, the first song, "Sweet Jane", was the essence of "meh."
Just yawned.
"All the Young Dudes" is an interesting song. It conjures up the Beatles for a second- I think it's the accent, the minor chords that seem to tease my heart, and the way the singer interjects all over the chorus just like in the end of "Hey Jude". Also the harpsichord. I can feel why this is their most famous song. (Listening to it twice!)
It's got a rich story and very notable lyrics.
This band seems like they're trying to poke through the cellophane separating them from fame- they're so close, but as history's proven, they never succeeded in breaking that barrier.
I'm waiting for this album to end.
Another metaphor of this album would be the stereotypical Michael Cera character: extremely bland appearance, yet when you dig a little, you find some welcomed depth. However, this album has never made me cry during Juno, and I do not foresee it evoking any fraction of that kind of emotion anytime soon.
I think it'd be safe to say that this is one of the only "rock" albums that I'd be okay waking up to as an alarm if I had to. Because I'd probably fall back asleep.
PHEW IT'S OVER! What a bore-fest.
