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 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.
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.
After the initial wonder with all of the songs, there are definitely songs that begin to take a backseat to others.
Bryars does an excellent job with this album, writing pieces that strengthen and bolster the tramp’s voice without overpowering it.
If you’re of a sensitive disposition, you won’t like this album. Trust me.
The Missing Brazilians project apparently felt that dub could be even stranger still.
Jurado’s lyrics manage to describe tales that seem epic, struggles that seem like something truly overcome.
Tindersticks consolidate upon the wry intimacy and skewed pop sensibilities that has seen them regularly top critics’ polls.
Call it brilliant, call it wrong, but it will certainly cause listeners with a more delicate palate some pause.
The Swells have heart, but they just don’t inject enough of it into their music.
Rich’s music is often dark and forboding, but it also sounds completely natural and familiar.