
This
is actually a pretty good album, considering I went into it for some reason
thinking it was going to be awful. It
starts off like this combination of Weezer, Nada Surf and Pinback, but it can
get more pop in ways and begins to channel even Radiohead and The Pale Pacific before
all is said and done.
Often
times I like to judge bands by their lyrics and in this case, despite their
clean sounding pop feel Yellow Ostrich does not mind dropping a swear word or
two. This is evident in one of my
favorite lines, which is repeated in a chorus type of way: “Tell me I fucked up
and you can make it all better”. Perhaps
the surprising hit of the year for me, if only because of my ignorance.
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