Great Plains
Well, ain’t that some hippie shit? Ok, not
hippie, but some touchy feely indie stuff that is like part
Beatles and part something else
I don’t really dig. Though they really do genre hop a bit, with
at least a couple of the tracks sounding vaguely like Elvis
Costello with Monty Python trumpet flourishes. Overall it’s
a mess of an album, really, recalling namby pamby 70s stuff
that makes my skin crawl. And the lyrics talk about poverty
and stuff that just adds to its weird Crosby Stills Nash & Young blahness. Maybe
my mom would like this album, but she also loved Rod Stewart
and Linda Ronstadt more than any human honestly should. |
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