and now for something, er, Mew.
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I am interrupting HHT for this announcement: I like Mew. I give up. I burned a copy of "And the Glass Handed Kites" to listen to in my car along with a bunch of other things the MOGsters have recommended to me, and it finally came around for me on a longish car trip a week ago. By the third song in, I'm thinking this is the most brilliant record I've ever heard, and then I realize, damn. This is Mew. Now I have to admit to Dale I like this over-the-top full-of-themselves bunch of Danish pretty boys with their over-layered vocals and their dumb album covers and their pretentious . . . brilliance-nious. Which isn't even a word. Sigh. This record is like a communal shoe-gazing LSD trip. The only consolation I have is that their website design sucks balls. I have to be crude, because it's not fair! Something about this band makes me want to not like them. I think it's the cover of this record. Are they kidding? And their scarves, and maybe their long, black jackets. Definitely the scarves.
But I can't stop listening to it today, it came around on the car-cd-player shuffle again, and it's not coming off. I brought it in to work to put on my pc here so I can just give in to it, and I'll take it to the beach. My husband is going to hate it. . .
But I can't stop listening to it today, it came around on the car-cd-player shuffle again, and it's not coming off. I brought it in to work to put on my pc here so I can just give in to it, and I'll take it to the beach. My husband is going to hate it. . .
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