Take post-rock ala Tortoise and Trans Am, inject it with Midwest melody stylings of Braid and The Promise Ring, and Rush and King Crimson’s prog tendencies.
Mildred woke up, finding herself lying naked on Temptation and Cindy’s dirty living room carpet. Cindy, also naked, was lying next to her and snoring. Her wristwatch said it was almost two in the afternoon.
While many fans of Acid Bath may arch an eyebrow at Agents of Oblivion’s sauntering dirge rock, anyone drawn like moths to a flame to “Dead Girl” will get it.
Rich, musty mixtures of Old World sounds like klezmer horns, accordions and glockenspiels create a heady aura of nostalgia as well as a lot of catchy hooks.
When they were kids, they needed movies to thumb noses at their parents, and now are eager for films like American Beauty and Simpatico which offer appeasement for those who have turned into their parents, only with greater hypocrisy and less taste.
A hundred years ago, people sang and danced and told stories in their homes, in church, and on the corner. Today, music is something played by professionals under the contract of record labels which own the “rights” to it.