Go out and get it. Now.
Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
War On Drugs - Lost in the Dream - One Man's Review
Imagine, if you can, a neo--Travelling-Wilbury-esque amalgam including the haunting intersessions of the Boards of Canada, buffeting Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, a dollop of Mark Knofler, and Bruce Springstein playing in the rock&roll tradition a series of music that compels the listener to drive extra laps around the block every evening after work to get a second helping of his personal favorite, Red Eyes. If you can audibly imagine such an array, you're barely underway embracing the mark that War on Drugs has etched into the groove of alternative rock&roll music with its album, Lost in the Dream.
Go out and get it. Now.
Go out and get it. Now.
