Er, OK titles have now been posted, but I'm not going to look yet. The losers are:
--TRACK THREE: Strummy Brit indie popness, almost certainly better than the neurotic women I placed right above it, but twee boys don't touch my codependent heart, usually. --TRACK SEVEN: Super-hyped-up speed guitarist, sounds like Booker T shanghaied Ike Turner and had him doing late '60s experimental blues. Fascinating, but doesn't reach my emotions. --TRACK ELEVEN: Reedy voice, two-step comes in and rescues it; from there the track is forceful but I'm not humming along with its melody. Country singer forced into postpunk clatter. Could like this more with more listens. --TRACK FIVE: Guy w/ unmusical voice manages to avoid indie ordinariness by unrelenting piano arpeggios. (Is "arpeggio" the right word for what he's doing?) I appreciate this, but it's something of a trial to listen to.
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Date: 2007-04-26 03:35 pm (UTC)--TRACK THREE: Strummy Brit indie popness, almost certainly better than the neurotic women I placed right above it, but twee boys don't touch my codependent heart, usually.
--TRACK SEVEN: Super-hyped-up speed guitarist, sounds like Booker T shanghaied Ike Turner and had him doing late '60s experimental blues. Fascinating, but doesn't reach my emotions.
--TRACK ELEVEN: Reedy voice, two-step comes in and rescues it; from there the track is forceful but I'm not humming along with its melody. Country singer forced into postpunk clatter. Could like this more with more listens.
--TRACK FIVE: Guy w/ unmusical voice manages to avoid indie ordinariness by unrelenting piano arpeggios. (Is "arpeggio" the right word for what he's doing?) I appreciate this, but it's something of a trial to listen to.