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Released: Dec 31, 1969 |
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So here we are, sitting on our pedistals as music critics, eating our fatted calves, name brand cookies, and drinking our whole milk. Artists run around our feet, starving, worshiping our scraps, toiling their little hearts out for a even a moment of our attention, and perhaps in some dillusional case some validation. And who are we really, we are the wanna-bes, the used to bes, the has beens, we are the ones that started a webpage and all of a sudden became a know it all. I am no better than the musicman himself, yet they lay and wait patiently as they are neglected for days, sometimes months. There is no value to what we do, I do not create, I only scoff, I only digest.
Occassionally a band will come along and make that point absolutly clear, Sono Oto has done so. This album has been doing backflips on my coffee table now for the past 3 months, every once in a while I will be looking for the remote and come across it, i remember liking the cover art for a second and then go right back to watching Simpsons reruns or something of the like. Now I feel certainly ashamed of doing so, for I was certainly denying myself of a pleasure. Sono Oto's I'm In August Until July is a whip smart indie pop album. Filled with lush moments like on "Butterflies Need Mending" opens with a chirping synth followed by a thumping verse and then crashes into a crying whine behind the chorus. The whole thing can only be best comapred to something off The Soft Bulletin. The wrote comparisons between the Flaming Lips, and Granddaddy can be squashed in the track "Now We Are the Bobos" which is dominated by a squealing spiraling guitar in the background. The song is a slow build to straight up Americana. There certainly isn't much wrong with this album at all. Sono Oto, I'm looking your way now shine not for the critics, but for everyone.
Purchase this album here.
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