Whadya know? Eef Barzelay’s modern-life-is-rubbish lyrics sound as good stripped down to just him and a guitar as they do with the full Clem Snide players behind him. Granted, Clem Snide is never more than half-dressed anyway, but it’s quite nice hearing the intricacies of Barzelay’s fractured wails so intimately. Pretty, insightful, lovely.
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This is great! It kind of reminds me of Joanna Newsom…though obviously without the harp.
Sounds like My Morning Jacket
This is such a beautiful song.
The way it starts off giggly-funny, and then goes dark for a little while until I slowly find myself relating more and more and more…
And then it just breaks my heart.
Where are you all buying this disc?!?! I cant find it anywhere!