Showing posts with label postwar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label postwar. Show all posts

Sunday, April 26, 2009

M. Ward- Hold Time (2009)


Typically after listening to any of M. Ward's past studio albums, I will swoon, I will admire, I will even Google his name to try and find where he hides in Portland making his old-soul music, hoping that he'll invite me to join in. But when I gave M. Ward's most recent release a listen, no such reactions were inspired. It may be that Ward is moving on, taking a slightly more performer pace in today's rapid momentum that is music. As a follow up to both 2006's POSTWAR and 2007's TO GO HOME EP, HOLD TIME just does not hold the same time as Ward's past lyrical motifs and nostalgic melodies. For this album, Ward collaborated with such artists as Tom Hagerman of Devotchka, Peter Broderick from Horse Feathers, Zooey Deschanle of She and Him, and Lucinda Williams. Paradoxically, most of Ward's collaborations pick him up when he sings of being down. On track "Oh Lonesome Me," Lucinda William's man-haggard honky-tonk voice is a glaringly shrill comparison to Ward's swimmingly lush and soothingly sorrowful vocals. The combination makes for the worst track of the album. As critical as my word's have been, amazing and enjoyable still are Ward's tantalizing guitar skills and groovy timpani beats. Just simply being touched by M. Ward makes HOLD TIME a cut above the rest, but for my own M. Ward expectations this album falls short.

rating: 7

track picks: "Never Had Nobody Like You" "To Save Me" "Shangri-La"


Monday, October 13, 2008

Hey Pretentious Indie Kids of LC!

Here is some bad humor at your expense:

What's the Difference between a puppy and an indie kid?
Eventually, the puppy stops whining.

How many indie kids does it take to change a light bulb?
Oh it's some obscure number; you've probably never heard of it.

How many indie kids does it take to change a light bulb?
2; one to change the light bulb and one to write a crappy song about it.

So an indie girl walks into a bar...
Then she immediately returns home to write in her livejournal about it and post the random ass things she took pictures of along the way onto her facebook.

How can you tell when an indie kid is hitting on you?
He doesn't ask for your number. Instead he asks you for a cigarette and if you like Postwar American Fiction.

Disclaimer: It's good to poke fun at ourselves every once in a while, so if you are actually offended, you can just go suck on your cigarettes and write a really confusing poem about how much I suck that doesn't make any sense to anybody!

Be3p bo0p b0P
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