Brian Howe makes me a better person. He helps me study for the GRE and keeps me busy reading his bullshit when I could be filling myself up with far worse bullshit elswhere on the web. But, it seems like Mr. Effulgence is running out of words. Time to variegate your vocab, Brian! A little more than a month apart and mawkish and maudlin reappear together (The Stills | Tilly and the Wall). I guess these 50-cent "m" words were meant to be. Mawkish actually appears twice in three sentences in The Stills' review:
Where Logic couched its mawkishness in a sumptuous, shadowy mantle of sophistication, Feathers lets it all hang out: The jaunty pianos and major key leads, Fletcher's openly maudlin lyrics, and his cheerful/wistful phrasing all downplay the aching drama of Logic in favor of a peppy enthusiasm.This isn't that funny except that Brian seems to be a smart guy. And he seems to want me to know that he is smart guy. Thanks for pushing me, man. And don't sweat it, my criticism is ephemeral, I will be back tomorrow looking to inhale more of your verbose, diffuse piffle. Until then, Pitchfork needs some Editors.
The change is evident from the first song, the cheerfully galloping "In the Beginning". Pianos plink with abandon over a hitch-and-gallop rhythm guitar; a bright lead skims through the mix like a day-glo Frisbee; former drummer Dave Hamelin (the band's primary songwriter) belts out winningly mawkish platitudes ("a hero never turns around") like he means them-- which, by God, he probably does.
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