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The Ware River Club
Cathedral
A local record store owner introduced this band to me when I was looking for something new. Unfortunately, it was this summer 2009, several years after this album was published and the band had already dispersed.
Matt Hebert... Come back! Come back!
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I love to listen to movie soundtracks in advance of a film's release.This one bears interest for indie fans, curiously strange and less pop than the Twlight Original soundtrack , although there were some good picks on that one, too. We are now forever MuteMath fans.
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Paul Westerberg & The Ghost Gloves Cat Wing Joy Boys.
Westerberg has been writing long enough to be able to observe, provoke and give advice to the human condition without apology. In this 6 track download, the understated release is not a casual sketch. The lyrics are Westerberg's craft in this showcase. His voice and contrasting instrumentals keep the songs accessible and pointed. "Ring around the rosary, pocket full of prose you read, ashes to ashes, we all fall in love." I've heard other fans say they needed to listen to this EP several times in order to decide it was a keeper. I agree, first listen misses the quality of the phrasing and the lyrics fly by too quickly to really be absorbed by commoners like us. Westerberg is patient with us, he knows it will all sink in ... eventually.
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After the Zeppelin reunion show in December, 2007, the band members were on the interview circuit and Plant introduced his new album several times, which had been released two months prior to the show. "Gone, Gone, Gone" started to grow on me and I became curious and anticipated, as with other Plant projects, it was a unique piece of work. I mentioned it to a colleague who is a genuine bluegrass fan. He told me he didn't like it, because it wasn't bluegrass enough. I listened to the song more closely and although I don't know bluegrass at all, I understood what he meant, and as a Zeppelin/Plant fan, I was secretly pleased.
Plant is the like the scorpion in the fable of inherent character. He just can't help himself to be who he is. Even with the intricately timed harmony of he and Krauss and his wish to discipline himself with this new genre, he is still Robert Plant. His wails and moans are there, they are just subdued, and occasionally, a good one slips out, and we smile.
