it’s up to me now; turn on the bright lights.
tonight, i did not feel like exercising - instead…
me and my trusty guild. had been awhile. goodnight folks.
it’s up to me now; turn on the bright lights.
tonight, i did not feel like exercising - instead…
me and my trusty guild. had been awhile. goodnight folks.
Now Spinning: Modest Mouse - The Moon And Antarctica
the stars are projectors, yeah.
projectin’ our lives down to this planet earth.
everyone wants a double feature,
they wanna be their own damn teacher, and how,
all the stars are projectors, yeah.
projectin’ our lives down to this planet earth.
If there is an album that has grown on me the most in the past 4 years, it is this. Yes, behind the game, but it was a gradual realization for me that Modest Mouse’s major label debut is one of the defining albums of the 2000s. I would unquestionably put it in the Top 10 of the 2000s thus far.
I’ve shared many a late night with this album, though the most memorable comes to mind heading home late one night during my brief residence in NYC. Just upon exiting the subway, The Cold Part, in all of its infiniteness, came on as I put my collar of my jacket up to make the jaunt back to my apartment. It really hit me how perfect of an album this is, through and through.
Immediately thereafter, Alone Down There’s chorus of Brock’s plea that he doesn’t want me “to be alone down there” slays me each listen. The previously quoted The Stars Are Projectors that follows is the cornerstone of the album clocking in at 8 epic minutes, only to be relieved by the brief, accordion-infused ballad, Wild Packs of Family Dogs.
When the band surprisingly played I Came As A Rat one night and Lives the other night of Bridge School last year I about near wet my pants; they are two more stellar tracks that both come on the last of the four sides of the vinyl. It is just testament that this front-to-back masterpiece of an album is truly that - an album. It is not a happenstance of songs, rather it is a flawlessly paced and structured piece of work as a whole.
I could keep going. There are simply too many great moments and lyrics on this album to even begin rattling off any more. I will leave it at buy this album immediately if you somehow don’t have it.
An interesting part of this vinyl: the ending lyric of Perfect Disguise (“broke my back”) is in the inner groove of Side A of the first disc…so it just keeps flowing and repeating endlessly. Very cool. I thought I had a skipping disc the first time I listened until I got up and realized what was going on.
Not a whole lot of glitz and glam in this packaging, even being the re-issue that came out a few years ago. It is almost as if they still just wanted the music and the solid lyrics by Brock to speak for themselves. Give this album a focused listen and you’ll quickly understand why.
Now Spinning: Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven
I even got, when I was very small, I even got lost in Coney Island…
But they found me…on the beach…
And we used to sleep on the beach here, sleep over night…
They don’t do it anymore…things changed…you see…
They don’t sleep anymore on the beach…
I would hardly declare myself an avid GY!BE fan (I regretfully did not even make an attempt to see them live on this recent revival tour) but this album consistently slays me. It’s one of those albums that I think only sounds good late at night, and the later the better. I recall one such late night back in my UCSD days when I put it on at around 3 or 4 in the morning after a rough evening when it just fully clicked, and I’ve loved it since. Thus when I randomly chanced upon this LP at a shop back in Salt Lake City a few years ago, I knew I had to buy it - regardless of the fact that I would have to lug it back home to California on the airplane.
I suppose I say this for half of the Now Spinning posts I make, but the packaging on this one truly is something. If you’re not familiar with the album - for shame! - it is essentially eighty-seven minutes of sonic deliciousness without vocals (except for a few samples) divided up into four tracks. Each track is divided up into movements within the title, e.g. track three (my personal favorite) “Sleep: They Don’t Sleep Anymore On The Beach / Monheim / Broken Windows, Locks Of Love Part III”.
One of the pictures above shows the nifty breakdown showing the relative length of the movements within the track. Kind of cool to have after previously only having the album digitally and not knowing the separations for sure. The two sleeves for each respective disc (also pictured) likewise have some great art as well.
A definite vinyl, or at least digital, recommendation from The Brams.