Scott Garth - s/t
(My)
Scott Garth has a distinct voice. That is, it’s a voice that I distinctly
recognize from other places. On the rockier songs (where the voice is often
doubled) it’s reminiscent of the hazy smoke-damaged croon found on most Illyah
Kuryahkin songs. When he strums the acoustic guitars, you’d think you were
listening to Elliott Smith outtakes. It’s a fair bet to compare the music to
Elliott Smith’s more recent work--orchestrated, gentle, but certainly not as
caustic or rye. The lyrics are strewn with fantastical images of kings and
crimson hedges and twisted angels and bandits. And the cover shows a
blue-tinted picture of Mr. Garth--jaw set, stubble on the chin and cheeks,
looking very earnest and serious. I leave you with this information to allow
you to make your own judgment of this album. Personally, it’s all very nice and
very professional, but nothing really sticks to my bones, if you catch my drift.
I would also mention that My Records released this record, but then that would
bring up images of that group of Weezer-biters known as Nerf Herder, and that
wouldn’t be fair to this particular record.
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