I saw that. What's their newer sound like? I'm into the more "Calendar Hung Itself", "Waste of Paint" - shrieking borderline tone-deaf sound because if I'm going to listen to something depressing I want to commit fully and have the person sound like they are dying. I'm assuming their new stuff is more polished?
Yes, way more polished. If you think about it though, that's what it had to come to. Conor is 31 years old now, he can't keep singing songs like he did when he was a 19 year old depressed alcoholic emo kid. He was even considering ending Bright Eyes just because he didn't want to be known for that anymore. I think The Peoples Key is the perfect transition into what will be a new chapter for Bright Eyes. In a recent interview he was talking about reconsidering ending Bright Eyes because of that. He wanted to quit, but touring with the Mystic Valley Band and Monsters of Folk made him realize how much he loves to perform with Bright Eyes rather than his side projects. Don't get me wrong, I love Calendar, Waste of Paint, and all the old stuff, but I do respect their decision to move forward and evolve their sound.
dude, i'm not even a major bright eyes hater... but this new album is absolutely shittastic.
Fair enough. I love it, you hate it, that's cool. I don't want to start another 3 page argument about Bright Eyes. But I would like to present song lyrics from one of the songs because I really think that it shows the maturity in writing that has come with the new album versus some of their older stuff:
I do my best to sleep through the caterwaul The classicist, the posturing avant-garde I bought a grey macaw, named him Jules Verne He'll probably outlive me - he's a bright bird Keeps me company, I teach him new words
I saw a hologram at the theme park She looked as real as me through the white fog Then she melted down to her ankles Turned into a million-watt candle If I knew where she went, I would follow
Walking through the land of tomorrow Martian trinkets, plastic Apollos In the sunshine, try to act normal My veins are full of flat cherry cola Slept on the bench by the rollercoaster
Dreamt I was riding on a motorbike Lion of Judah, painted on the side
I'm doing fine, I'm back in the Palisades Life's a wash, a pastoral school play China shops and cold ivory towers I and I, make toasts to the Caesars Forcing down the dregs of Decembers
Madeline, she spins in a slow bang All through the house, the strong smell of burnt sage Let's make it clean and run out the spirits I know a diving bell when I hear it We're going down now under the surface
Light to dark can shift in an instant Feeling close but keeping my distance On all fours she's just so insistent Fills my mind with jump ropes and slit wrists Bust through the Firewall into Heaven
And then I'm standing in that blinding light Crooked crosses falling from the sky