It’s been like 20 minutes of me just having a mental, one-sided conversation while staring at a blank canvas. It’s one of those days and I think it’s coming from broken weekend plans. I’m bummed, but moving on because how can one be sad with Man On Earth’s self-titled is spinning round? It’s got this pop rock attitude that’s matured like a graduate student writing their final paper; everything’s in place and they know they’ve got at least a B+.
Songs like “Bang Bang Bitch” and “There” are okay, but when you want to get to the ones that make this record something to hold onto, you have to look at a couple others. “If Not Now Then When” is a common statement uttered by the deep thinkers out there, and it’s not different here. Only Man On Earth gives it this fresh new makeover – making it lively instead of a daunting, philosophical idea. The other one to keep an ear open to is “We Are The Dreamers” solely based on the lyrics that lay within the confines of the band’s softer approach in the music that caps off the album.
I’m still talking to myself, but hopefully my mom answers her phone sometime soon to end this solo babble. While I wait for that to happen, make sure to note that if you’re into bands that sit somewhere between Goo Goo Dolls and American Authors, then you’ll likely think Man On Earth is the bees knees. So check out Man On Earth, out now.
The news warned of rain but as far as I could tell from the window that sits a few feet away from me, the sun is still shining in the late morning hours of my current existence as I settle down with The Lungs’ Puddlesplasher. It played on a loop as a trudged through the muddy sounds its grunge atmosphere; emerging with nothing more than what’s below.
The slow starts of “Small” and its partners in crime reminded me of those suspenseful horror movies I’m not too fond of, not because this was some Goth music spooking me…Just to make that clear. I need action, and I need it now. Those people out there unlike me who live for the buildup, the tension between the starting line and last stretch – this is the kind of music for you. Much like the whiskey mentioned in “Wet Leaves,” The Lungs offer up an acquired taste with their muddled sounds that interweave through words that sound like they’re in a constant state of despair.
There’s still no rain in LA, and that’s a good thing as I wrap this up and think about the rest of my day; a trip to Target is about to get underway. So before I spend money I shouldn’t, let me leave you with this – The Lungs are for those who admire the raw appeal of garage bands who tore a page out of the ‘90s grunge playbook. If you like that, then check out The Lungs’ Puddlesplasher, out now.
This week I was going to do Backstreet Boy’s “I Want It That Way” because it turned 15 this past weekend, but then John Butler Trio came my way with their rendition of Pharrell’s infectious “Happy” and I knew I had to go with that. I’m still pissed this song didn’t take home the Oscar because I am one of few who doesn’t fawn over “Let It Go.” Plus, based on performances that night – Pharrell was the clear winner. Anyways, what’s done is done and while I’d usually just pick five, I had to do one more because why the heck not?
John Butler Trio