Out and about.
It got into many a reviewer’s top ten list for the best albums of the year; curious, I shrugged and thought I would have a go at it, too.
After a couple of listens, I still could not make what to think of it. Not many albums have a Japanese folk tale to tell.
So. Is it any good?
It is bad, then?
No – far from it, actually.
Well, what is wrong with it?
Actually, I do not quite know. Let me think some more.
Okay. It makes me feel guilty to be caught listening to their music, for one.
Too country-ish. Too happy. Too chorus-y.
It is like I am expecting cows to come a-running, then suddenly leaping to their hind feet to do a merry jig in front of me, tails swishing behind them gaily – or a group of kids in uniform bursting into song, their eyes holding an abundance of joy, teeth sparkling white and fit for toothpaste commercials.
Then I read one glowing review, where the reviewer sums it up as such:
“You will feel like a pansy. No question about it.”
Still, Summersong is yippee-yay and whoopedy-woo, yes, but…
Probably all the more apt to start listening to them in December – and to then immediately balance things up with a band of a more ominous sounding name.