Young Machetes and old hats
Y'know how it is. You get in a play and you're too busy to update for a few weeks due to final rehearsals, then the show's on and you're having fun, then it finishes and you think "oh dammit I make an open blog, all I post about is music, I make a music blog and I can't think of anything to post but personal life crap" and you don't wanna update with that. Okay, now you know how it is. Let's music this shit up.
Amidst a few less-mentionable releases lately, I got the new Blood Brothers album - Young Machetes. I don't know what to say but I'll write a whole mess about that. The damn thing's almost perfect. The only thing stopping it from being a perfect Blood Brothers release is that they already DID that album and it was called Burn, Piano Island, Burn.
This is a lot better of an album to get people into the band with. There's a lot more conventional sounds on some tracks... but that's not a bad thing. It just helps round them out more. It starts up with this track called Set Fire To The Face On Fire, which in itself starts with a brilliantly gleeful "FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!" It sounds like the boys are drunk in a backyard and have stopped making out long enough to set a posh hammer on fire. It's beautiful. It's a great opener to a mostly great album; my stand-out awesome favourite tracks would be Camouflage, Camouflage (first Blood Brothers piano breakdown that I can think of) and the totally fucking awesome You're The Dream Unicorn! which oh man. You can tell by the track name it's great and holy fuck it is.
My only real disappointment? One of the tracks which sounds like it could become a radio single (Lift The Veil, Kiss The Tank) has totally disappointed me lyrics wise. The two most clear, most understandable lines on the track had me super sad; "War never ends/war never begins" and "A death's just dumb no matter how you dress it up" are a far cry from the total beauty of "His head was a faucet, leaking love, laughter and lies, all his secret wishes, all his world-famous sighs" or "When Cecilia's throat slit like a second set of lips, she drooled braille bibles onto the brothel bed spread." I've since listened harder and found some great lines with great awesome, but Blood Brothers are the only band I like that I seriously care about the lyrics of.
I'm a bit tired, so have a preview! I'm gunna go on about Big Day Out 07, the curse of having a pop punk voice and this TOTALLY AWESOME band called The Summer We Went West real soon. I'm not giving a myspace link yet 'cause I wanna pressure you folk into reading what I say before giving the goods.
And now my communist party shirt has a beerstain on the sleeve, my horrible instant soup is getting gluggy and grosser and I snapped the high E string on my acoustic. Not to mention a walk home from the bus stop screeching about how Venus is my dream unicorn. I'm suddenly almost grumpy. Dang. What's up with that, yo.
Amidst a few less-mentionable releases lately, I got the new Blood Brothers album - Young Machetes. I don't know what to say but I'll write a whole mess about that. The damn thing's almost perfect. The only thing stopping it from being a perfect Blood Brothers release is that they already DID that album and it was called Burn, Piano Island, Burn.
This is a lot better of an album to get people into the band with. There's a lot more conventional sounds on some tracks... but that's not a bad thing. It just helps round them out more. It starts up with this track called Set Fire To The Face On Fire, which in itself starts with a brilliantly gleeful "FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!" It sounds like the boys are drunk in a backyard and have stopped making out long enough to set a posh hammer on fire. It's beautiful. It's a great opener to a mostly great album; my stand-out awesome favourite tracks would be Camouflage, Camouflage (first Blood Brothers piano breakdown that I can think of) and the totally fucking awesome You're The Dream Unicorn! which oh man. You can tell by the track name it's great and holy fuck it is.
My only real disappointment? One of the tracks which sounds like it could become a radio single (Lift The Veil, Kiss The Tank) has totally disappointed me lyrics wise. The two most clear, most understandable lines on the track had me super sad; "War never ends/war never begins" and "A death's just dumb no matter how you dress it up" are a far cry from the total beauty of "His head was a faucet, leaking love, laughter and lies, all his secret wishes, all his world-famous sighs" or "When Cecilia's throat slit like a second set of lips, she drooled braille bibles onto the brothel bed spread." I've since listened harder and found some great lines with great awesome, but Blood Brothers are the only band I like that I seriously care about the lyrics of.
I'm a bit tired, so have a preview! I'm gunna go on about Big Day Out 07, the curse of having a pop punk voice and this TOTALLY AWESOME band called The Summer We Went West real soon. I'm not giving a myspace link yet 'cause I wanna pressure you folk into reading what I say before giving the goods.
And now my communist party shirt has a beerstain on the sleeve, my horrible instant soup is getting gluggy and grosser and I snapped the high E string on my acoustic. Not to mention a walk home from the bus stop screeching about how Venus is my dream unicorn. I'm suddenly almost grumpy. Dang. What's up with that, yo.
done by Pac at around about 11:18 PM
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