Monday, June 15, 2009
Well, it’s a fitting title. What we’ve got here is the detached sadness of some classic Neil Young – I’m talking about an "Old Man"-type scenario, where he skirts around the melancholia until you wind up at the end of the song not knowing how you feel, but it’s not good – combined with the hazy malaise of a Brightblack Morning Light cut, uncomfortably overcome by inertia. On the surface it’s warm but the more you invest in it, the more you notice that it’s less like your childhood bed than it is a cheap suede-effect inflatable mattress. Starts out comfy, but it’s ultimately hollow. And it’ll probably let you down through the cold, cold night. It’s OK, I know how clumsy that simile is.
[Magnolia Electric Co. MySpace]
[Josephine is out July 21 through Secretly Canadian]