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Damn. I hate it when the CDs I like best end up being hardest to write about. Quick reference points: singer/guitarist Jesse Blatz occasionally sounds like ex-Posie (and current live Big Star hired hand) Ken Stringfellow, particularly in the trebly way his voice shifts in the transition to falsetto notes and a certain nasal enuncation. Stacy Joy plays keyboards (mostly analog) and violin which helps make these already exceptionally well-written songs stand out sonically as well as musically. And bassist Colin Rhinesmith adds rich harmonies. My brain processes music in such a way that lyrics are the last thing to arrive, except in fragments - but so far the Fly Seville's lyrics are intriguing in that "seems to mean something, but what?" way: one song's chorus runs "it's the Taj Mahal of your America"; another affirms that "choking on a lemonseed, it's panic to your soul"; yet another reassuringly states that the singer's "done unspeakable things, uncountable times, unthinkable ways, incredibly well." Overall, the sound is moody, dense, thoughtful, and the arranging is creative, ear-catching, but not obtrusive or showoffish. It's just a good record, that's all. |
