Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Well, what if I am never thrown that bone?
And what if this tear in my side just pours, and pours, and pours?
I wonder if you've noticed that I'm not around...
The loss of a lonely man never makes much of a sound
For the past week or so, I've mainly been listening to Frightened Rabbit's last two albums, The Midnight Organ Fight and The Winter of Mixed Drinks. And although I might like Organ Fight just a tad better than Mixed Drinks, today's PJOTD has all the makings of a great song, at least in my book.
Listen to the way Scott Hutchison sings --his vocals aren't perfect, but he holds nothing back, especially in the latter third of the song. This isn't a band sleeping through life; this is a band that creates music and acknowledges the darkness that surrounds us all, but is smart enough to realize that it's not all a dead end. This is a band that strips the fat away, a band that doesn't celebrate or swim in excess.
Would I call Frightened Rabbit a great band? Yes, I would.
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