The
first minute or so of this album is spoken word, in a sense not too much unlike
poetry only I wouldn’t call it poetry because all that is being done is lyrics
and song titles are being strung together in an effort to seem clever but it
just seems desperate.
It
reminds me of something someone would do if they wanted to be Jim Carroll but,
you know, didn’t have an artistic bone in their body.
I
then listen to the songs as they kick in to acoustic guitars and singing and I
just don’t like it. The sour taste left
by the opening minutes doesn’t really even matter, as this guy has done enough
in his delivery otherwise to turn me off on his music.
This
could be described as folk punk, but you could go randomly search that tag on
Band Camp and are 96% likely to find something better than this, which says a
lot because some of that “folk punk” on Band Camp is just shitty iPhone
recordings.
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