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It is nothing like those albums, but is a gem just like they are.And you will see why Anne Frank is remembered in unlikely places, and how the mind speaks its own dreamsong in the hands of someone strong enough to feel. You don't need to know so much about this record. If you are a reasonably sophisticated fan of pop and rock it will go into that special place in your rack or playlist with The Lion And The Cobra, Astral Weeks, The White Album, Siamese Dream, Scary Monsters, and London Calling.
My favorite tracks are probably Oh Comely, Ghost, and both Two-Headed Boy parts, but I completely understand other reviewer's comments about how this album is a whole. But I just changed it, because it's so interesting. There is some sort of concept that needs every song, even the Untitled instrumental and the goofy Communist's Daughter, to work, and it's a concept that's both grandiose and really simple. I don't completely understand it yet, but I'm pretty sure it's a left-field deranged masterpiece. And that could never be more true.There's an evil thing that lurks around many albums called "hype." This album in particular has huge amounts of hype surrounding it, but there was something different about this one. To start off, I'm 15 years old, not 13 or under, but I didn't want to bother with an account since I wouldn't be buying much. But I think writing reviews is important so that people are able to make informed decisions about what they buy. I listen to all sorts of music, and I'm down with strange and different, in whatever genre.
I've only listened to it three times, but I can tell that he is totally joking and deadly serious at the same time. You need to take every album on your own terms, but this one especially you need to hear with your own expectations and judgments. In it's softest moments, echoes of Colin Meloy can be heard, and it's clear that the Decemberists' folk epics borrow much from this little album. Enjoy. Without his crackpot genius, in both singing and arranging, this album would never work.I'll admit, when I started this review, I gave the album four stars. As long as there's something enjoyable I can lift from the music, I'll listen to it.The first thing you hear is some acoustic guitar, a little edgy but catchy. But his voice really is very emotional, however loud and shouty he gets, and every voice crack or strained high note lets you know that he's not perfect, but that he needs to sing what he sings and it couldn't happen any other way. There was an earlier review of this album that I found very helpful, stating that every review of this album sheds light on what it's all about.
I'll get back to you when I figure out what it is.Most people's problem with this album is Magnum's voice, wonderfully wailing and annoying, but definitely endearing. His lyrics dance around all sorts of psychedelic topics, but in the end it's his totally wack orchestrations and twisted but endearing melodies that help you understand this music. Even the people who praised this album's beauty to the sky admitted that it was strange and different. Jeff Magnum's voice, rustic and strained, sings the lyric "When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers," and somehow, you know exactly what he's talking about.
While all bands heading to a non- believer category, NMH with that single words turns in other direction and bravely put what their believe in the missing link, of a new genre that should exist long time ago perhaps.For some it should not be taken serious. I maybe late to discover this, but its ok cause good music will live forever.and i everyday I listen to this as if that'll be my first time.And its place in history.From "here we are now to entertain us" to "F**K u I wont do What U tell me" to "I Wanna Live Forever" that dwell many in pop music the last decade.Neutral Milk Hotel also contribute the same thing to the genre of new voice of generation. With less angst(love indeed instead of anger), a religious-mantra maybe.but with "Jesssusss Criessssttttt I Love Youuuuuu yes I doooo" at least it put richness to the 90s.it is shocking to hear it at first. I just discovered this. But somehow u cant just get the words ouf out ear long after u finish listen to it.Yes, theres other good music being made out there.but this is sure to be one of the best ever made. And in Sunday.i wake up early jsut to listen to this album. And now.the first thing in the morning I will do when I wake up is to listen to this CD. I keep listening it non stop.
It sounds so full and natural. The first time the bass kicks in on King of Carrot Flowers, I was shocked. If you're a fan of some of the songs, do yourself a favor and get the vinyl version. I have heard this album before but never like this. I can now see why the vinyl version is so popular.
But that's not the point. For them, like it is for me, the album is everything they've written and more.I don't know what else to say really.just give it a chance, a real chance. In this case, they mean what they say. They'll mention the length of "Oh Comely" or the way Jeff's voice cracks when he sings, "Goldaline, my dear" as though it could ever have been any different. These words, like this review, are just a device people use to try to describe something that has affected them deeply. And I guess there's the cutoff, right there.
You might find it an annoying eccentricity, you might find it catchy little album, or it might drag your emotions from you and throw them across the sky. For some, and I include myself in this, reading reviews of In the Aeroplane Over the Sea that approach the album by, for example, breaking down its tracks one at a time, or by placing it in a box that reads "Indie Rock" is puzzling. It's like listening to someone explain the color of sadness; it doesn't make sense in our world, doesn't make sense to those of us for whom the music and words have become something else. I'm just trying to get across the fact that for many people, whether they love it or loathe it, this album is just one in a collection of similar albums, while for others this album is as far away from Album X as an elephant's painting is from longing.If you've read other reviews by people who have been touched by this album, you've likely read words like "perfect" and "art".
The last thing I want to do is put off anyone from listening to this album. That's not my intent. I know. Finding out is probably worth $13.99.
But let me at least assure you of this: these people are not just showering hyperbole on their latest new favorite toy. They'll talk about catchy guitar strums and beautiful lyrics as if they existed separately. It's happened to me while reading reviews of other products on Amazon, products I liked. I mean, yes, the vocals are screechy, and yes, the music is good: good enough at least to make me listen to it until it broke my heart.
These words can make you roll your eyes. While for us, the people whom the album has touched, Aeroplane simply is.I'm trying not to sound condescending, but with all my talk of "them" and "us" and with me "feeling sad" for people I guess it isn't working. For some, the album will never reach them the way it has reached us and for that I actually feel sad for them. They'll name-drop zanzithophone and aeolian harp as though these were strange instruments to include on an album.
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