Should that be ‘Wussier’?
Anyway, just in case you weren’t immediately persuaded that this is a band worthy of a little obsession, I thought I’d offer an update.
Last Friday’s Guardian review of (new European compilation catch-up CD) Buckeye was in deliberately circumspect mode, critical antennae stunned by Christgau’s gush, Tim Jonze dubious about ‘a 17-track compilation that shows the band’s progression from earnest, fuzzy college rock to … more earnest, fuzzy college rock’.
Now, come on: don’t worry – this will not end in embarrassment.
Exhibit One: a beautiful, belated vinyl release for the band’s first album from 2005 Funeral Dress. This is ideal for the inner fanboy – heavy duty green vinyl with multicolour streaks, absent from Amazon ( both co.uk and .com) so you have to deal with a – very efficient – record store in Cinncinati. The thrill of the chase! And a lyric sheet which helps with…
Exhibit Two: great, quotable lyrics to go with the surging and soaring music. Who (but a stony-hearted churl) could resist the opening couplet of ‘Yellow Cotton Dress’?
The yellow cotton dress is beautiful, no doubt,
But it becomes a motherfucker when you fill it out.
And I’m sorely tempted to quote ‘Airborne’ in its entirety. One of the great break-up songs, where the loft and lift of the entwined voices in the chorus:
You did not even send me airborne anyway.
Why in the world I hung around it’s hard to say.
give the lie to the fuck-you bravado of what it and the rapid-fire, close-rhymed verses purport to say… But I’ll let you you check it out for yourself here.
(from Eden On The Line)