I know it's early, but I've been thinking about my year-end poll. Art in Pop-culture is a rare and underrated expression. Something sentimental finds its way through such chronicles of yesterday. I arrived at the above conclusions after being clocked on the head by a stack of Smithsonian magazines and submerging myself in pensive, artful music for the past few years. The production is cleaner and the songs are arranged more intelligibly, almost like a lighter Butch Vig production project.
Feedback still abounds, but less starkly.
Vocalist and co-founding member Wayne Everett relies more on layered, higher falsetto and less on harmonies. Stylistically, the band delves into a more varied repertoire. Every time I hear this album, I am reminded of summer and I want to dive into the nearest ocean and float on my back for miles. Sadly enough, the nearest ocean is thousands of miles away because Missouri is landlocked. But I digress.