Randy Rose is definitely trying for some edgy, dark sound with this record, but never really reaches it.
This is a soundtrack for outer space, with all of its wonders and terrors.
The fact that I received this CD in the mail half an hour ago and I’m already gushing over it should say something for its quality.
At times, the album is a beautiful, eerie lullaby only to dissolve into sounds of gloom and despair.
The songs fall in the verse-chorus-verse pattern in its purest and catchiest form.
Much of the music seems too thickly enshrouded by its sonic fog to hold your interest for very long.
I’m sure you’ll find some of these songs play in your finer salons and clothing stores.
These guys are obviously talented, too talented to be writing music that is too often bland and un-involving.
Moving Pictures is yet another in a long line of pop groups who make music so sweet and catchy that it’s almost sickening.
It sure sounds dreamy and catchy, but its style definitely reigns over its substance.
I’ll take Sylvian’s excesses any day over, because I know there’s a sensitive mind at work here.
Tindersticks consolidate upon the wry intimacy and skewed pop sensibilities that has seen them regularly top critics’ polls.
This record is one of the greatest jewels of emotion and creativity to emerge from 1998.
You can create beautiful songs that tread on the edge of human perception, but still inject warmth and emotion into them.
Listening to Third Site has been an education on the meaning of “ambience.”
After the initial wonder with all of the songs, there are definitely songs that begin to take a backseat to others.
Dirty Three play a blend of swampy yet cliché-less blues, minimalist jazz, and scaled down chamber music.
There’s not enough that can be said for this disc or Rod Mckuen’s dignified narrative genius.