Seeing
a name like Worried Mothers kind of throws me off guard as I’m not sure what to
expect. On one
hand, you could see it as this whole sort of weepy, womanly type of concept you
might find at Lilith Fair (Do they still have that?) but for some reason my
mind went to almost the extreme opposite spectrum and thought this was going to
be metal.
Now one
particularly funny piece of information here that I felt needed to be expressed
was a dream I recently had, while in the process of reviewing this album. It’s one of those differences between being a
parent and not, so here we go.
I was
on a city street with my wife and child when we stopped at a hot dog vendor or
one of those food carts, you know, so I’m getting the food, under the
impression my wife is watching our son, and then when I turn around he’s headed
into traffic.
So I go
chasing into the road after him, following him across the busy street as he
seems to have found that magic Frogger path that allows him to go straight
across in one quick movement. As he
reaches safety on the other side, I feel a weight off my shoulders and rather
relieved.
That is
until I realize I’m still halfway across the road and a bus plows me over. And then
I woke up.
So,
essentially, both parents can worry even if it is only subconsciously. As for the result of these songs though, it’s
something between Refused and Guns N Roses.
It’s like Brazil, but with less keys.
It’s got hints of Queen, The Beatles (who doesn’t?), Trail of Dead and
oddly enough Franz Ferdinand.
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