It’s quiet here today. The person I report to and her boss and her boss are all out of the office. That’s not to say I don’t have plenty of work to do. Just that it’s nice to not have to feel sneaky.
Paul Kelly: Nature
So, this is kinda old and folky? Ok. Wasn’t expecting that. Okay. I’m five songs in and it’s not folk, but the singer definitely makes me think of Bob Dylan. The tracks are on the slow side and there’s a lot of repeating the same line twice. That’s one of those things that works great when it works, but gets really old when you’re not digging the song. This is probably a good album, and I’ll read the review r/n to see if I’m missing anything, but I don’t think I’ll give it a second listen.
He’s Australian. And now I’m hearing a similarity to Colin Hay. But, with Colin Hay, you get an occasional clever punchline. This is just too earnest for me.
Kacey Musgraves: Golden Hour
Oh, boy. The second track is so poppy that I thought it was the start of a Spotify ad. I’m getting a Sheryl-Crow’s-little-sister vibe. I’m going to read the paragraph. Yes, this is a country to pop crossover. No surprise that it’s leaving me cold. The track “Butterflies” sounds like a catchy pop song from the seventies. Pleasant, but forgettable. And now what’s this Daft-Punky Autotune opening all of a sudden? Ten tracks to go.
Space Cowboy is a play on words. He’s a cowboy who wants his space. Points for that. It has me wondering though? How many actual cowboys are there anymore? Apart from as a nickname or metaphor. I guess they’d fall under this group:
45-2093 Farmworkers, Farm, Ranch, and Aquacultural Animals
Attend to live farm, ranch, open range or aquacultural animals that may include cattle, sheep, swine, goats, horses and other equines, poultry, rabbits, finfish, shellfish, and bees. Attend to animals produced for animal products, such as meat, fur, skins, feathers, eggs, milk, and honey. Duties may include feeding, watering, herding, grazing, milking, castrating, branding, de-beaking, weighing, catching, and loading animals. May maintain records on animals; examine animals to detect diseases and injuries; assist in birth deliveries; and administer medications, vaccinations, or insecticides as appropriate. May clean and maintain animal housing areas. Includes workers who shear wool from sheep and collect eggs in hatcheries.
238,000 in 2016, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics. I guess that’s enough cowboys to sing about.
Three tracks to go. I’m looking forward to this album being over. This song, “High Horse” sounds really familiar. I bet they use it in the Spotify ads. It’s not terrible. It just feels like a Spotify ad. I’m adding it to the 2019 playlist on the grounds that I recognized it. That, and I’m feeling curmudgeonly about disliking two albums in a row.
Caroline Rose: LONER
Ok, finally. I feel like I’m listening to something new and interesting.
First time through, I liked it. I didn’t really take any notes. It veered 80’s for a bit, but recovered. “Soul No. 5” was very catchy, then “Smile…” was weird and trippy and then “Bikini” was super catchy in a way that I could see really loving or getting really sick of. (edit: I realize after the fact that it reminds me of “The Keys to Her Ferrari” by Thomas Dolby.) Let’s give the whole album another listen.
Oh, interesting. According to Paste, her previous album, I Am Not Afraid, was roots-rock. I think what I’m liking about this is the speed-pop of it. I’ll have to give that a listen and see if I like it as well.
Bettye LaVette: Things Have Changed
So, wait. These are all Bob Dylan covers? That’s crazy. It doesn’t sound at all like Bob Dylan. It’s very good. Not for me though. Everything sounds too much like a feel-good song off the Thelma and Louise soundtrack. I loved that soundtrack, but I don’t think I can make room for something new that sounds like it.
Adrianne Lenker: abysskiss
I’m four songs in. I’m only kind of paying attention. It sounds a bit like someone singing out loud while wearing headphones.
Yeah. I gave this two listens and, just no. Too breathy and insubstantial for me.