Randy Newman’s bouncy piano work and raspy, optimistic female vocals feel like the first sip of coffee in the morning or a cool breeze coming across the park.
The music industry illuminati declared The Brian Jonestown Massacre – and their supposed mad genius frontman Anton Newcombe – to be rock’s great saviors.
My brother-in-law saw this band open up for Ben Gibbard, and his zero-word review was a lethargic shoulder shrug. Maybe they’ve improved with age? Maybe not.
Pleasant, predictable, and mesmerizing. Breathy, gauzy female vocals, and a hipster dude handling the deeply-reverbed guitars, and a drum machine set on snooze.
Seventh full-length. And the music, heard here on “Ever Loved Once,” is just as straightforward and unpretentious, with a confident alt.country swagger.