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Tuesday, November 19, 2002
What�s so great about the Barrier Reef?
Feelin� kinda woozy tonight, so I�ll keep it short & sweet. (And there was much rejoicing.)
Old 97�s rock, but don�t bother with the Rhett Miller solo album. I was looking forward to this when I first heard about it, but I gotta say it's pretty disappointing. Produced by Jon Brion (who did some very nice work with Aimee Mann), it�s so airtight & squeaky-clean-sounding that any life gets sucked out of the songs. (And I say that as someone who truly digs power pop, a genre which thrives on airtight production values.) The songs themselves aren�t awful, but Miller has shown that he�s capable of better. There are flashes of what could have been here & there, (�Things That Disappear� isn�t too bad, and �The El� might as well have been an Old 97�s tune) but overall it is, to use an expression of my father�s, slicker than snot on a doorknob. And that ain�t a good thing.
bmarkey 11/19/2002 09:23:00 PM
