Before: Nada, but I like the name. And the album title!
After: I almost hear David Byrne.
I think I'd listen to this music if I were driving to a place where I knew bad things would have to happen. I'd clench my jaw and step on the gas, getting ever closer to that mysterious location. Echo and the Bunnymen would drive me ever forward. I get that sense of foreboding mixed with purpose. For example, after listening to "Highway to Hell", this album might be a good soundtrack while driving to take the dreaded SATs.
A few wisps of mellowed-out Beastie Boys and a smidgeon of Morrissey.
Another way to describe this album is through the zucchini-banana bread I'm concurrently concocting (say that 5 x fast!) I have a feeling that, as it's infused with the drones of a band falling through a dusty navy blue-colored outer space vortex, who are yelling out their life's regrets and personal oddities, this bread will invoke the memory of an underdog who, while they had spirit and a B average, just couldn't make the big leagues.
"All My Colours (Zimbo)" had some instruments that flew me back to the emerald isle. Scottish castles majestically arose, contrasting sharply with a blue sky that soaked up all the blue it could find. That was a fun one.
In all, it was a good zucchini-banana bread soundtrack. But it didn't do much for my heart rate or amusement. Maybe I didn't glean the more subtle but punch-packing details behind the lead singer. I'm not throwing them out, but will be nudging this one to the back of the pile. Sorry, Echo!
