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.