My Spacecoaster - Heartstrings
(Pluto)
A simple, spacious guitar wanders through the air a few seconds after I've put this album in my CD player
for (at the very least) the 15th time in the last two months. The first track, "Please Don't Go Away,"
has plenty in common with what I imagine it would sound like if Pullman did a cover of Pedro the Lion.
The lyrics are somewhat embarrassingly clichéd, but it seems genuine enough, which allows the song to carry
you away in a haze of peaceful guitars and desolated vocals.
The mood is then startled by a cock-rock drum intro (to the second song), then completely shifted to
revilement as the worst barre chord/octave melody this side of The Get Up Kids kicks this CD into high gear!
I can't help but feel utter confusion when the vocals begin. Is this the best thing ever? Is this a joke?
Is he singing: "I like to eat hamburgers with you on Sunday afternoons?" Either this is the worst attempt to
romanticize the mundane, or it's a very well told joke. As outrageous as this song has been up to this point,
My Spacecoaster decided to really step it up a notch by putting a two part round of the above line about
hamburgers at the end of the song. A parody of this song (by the *always* hilarious Weird Al
Yankovic) would simply leave the song untouched.
In all but one of the many times I've listened to this, I have been unable to stand hearing any more than
the first two songs, oftentimes I would go without listening to anything for a few hours, unable to bear
the idea of hearing music again. The one time I was able to make it past track two, I was only scanning
the tracks to see if the first track was an anomaly, which it is. This is a hard album to rate for two
reasons. First, it has provided quite a bit of entertainment, so on an absolute value scale, it's easily
a 12. But, secondly, I haven't been able to stomach more than the first two tracks, so I can't really rate
how good the songs are that I haven't heard. So, I guess I'll give it a one.
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