I don’t know what I can say about this record that I don’t already say in the kicker to my review, but gosh I guess I’ll try.
A portal back in time to when Oh Sees were Thee Oh Sees and they hadn’t released quite as many albums as they have to date.
Put away your soaps and bath bombs and shampoos and other scented sudsy sundries, this is a music review, not a tutorial for custom at-home spa treatments, good lord.
Not a steak, nor a relative of Carol Burnett, but rather an album whose thesis essentially is that the world sucks, life sucks, people suck, but don’t worry, we’re all going to die someday or something.
Andy gets to write about a new thing by Les Claypool (and also Sean Lennon (but for Andy, mostly Claypool (no offense Sean))), and he is excited about it.
A lovely album loaded with lovely music, but of course Andy being Andy, Andy had some struggles with it. (Andy.)
Hello! I did another music review! This time, it’s Gregory Alan Isakov’s latest, Evening Machines, far and away one of the 2018 albums that’s gotten under my skin; the thing grows on me every time I listen to it. It’s wonderful. Frankly, I’m just going to cut off right here, except to say that if you’re …