A spontaneous autobiographical disclosure. A free-form slo-mo listening party. A song a day. Yours to enjoy.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Cowboys in space
Now here's a band that's owed some love. Especially since they were kinda sidestepped in the '00s rock boom. It's the old you-know — too eclectic and inventive for casual ears, too straight and rockish for the full-on experimental set. At their best, this is the band Wilco was threatening to become. Traditional elements, but with the roots knotted and turned weird.
I used to think of this as wintertime, beard-growing music. But a walk in the park with their album has made me hear the sunshine in it, albeit a sun that makes known its intent to slowly and steadily escape the sky. This track is a soaring winner in any season.
We are not in it for the money. Songblague runs on communitarian values, love of music, and a dash of vanity. If you like what you're hearing, please purchase it from one of the remaining retailers who would like to sell it to you.
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