Showing posts with label neutral milk hotel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label neutral milk hotel. Show all posts

Friday, October 30, 2009

Ghosts and Zombies: Ghost (x4)


We've had two songs simply named Zombie this week. Seemed high time to give some similarly stark, soundalike spirit-world song titles a spin. Thus: some favorite songs named, simply, Ghost.

Neutral Milk Hotel: Ghost

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Lo-fi indie darlings Neutral Milk Hotel lasted less than a decade, but their envelope-pushing combination of odd lyrics, noodling electric production, and eclectic instrumentation are still cited by many children of the nineties now pushing their own indie blogs, and even more working to spread their own indie band names across the blogosphere. With catchy fuzzed out songs like this, it's easy to see why.


Mark Erelli: Ghost

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Erelli's star never rose as high as it did immediately following the release of Compass and Companion, a slightly countrified contemporary folk disk which led me to the local folk artist. Since then, I've seen him several times in concert, and reviewed his work more than once, but I still come back to this and other tracks from his earlier years. That raspy, adolescent's tenor never sounded more apropos as it does here, as a narrator haunted by his preference for the ideal over the real.


Indigo Girls: Ghost

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One of my favorite Indigo Girls songs, from my favorite Indigo Girls album - sweeter than their usual fare, and out of the context the album provides, almost too melodramatic for unembarrassed mixed company. Still, it starts so tender, and rises so far and so majestically, it's hard not to sing along.


Land of Talk: Ghost

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A ghost just needs a home... A bit more recent than our usual fare here on Star Maker Machine, but I couldn't resist this intimate, unplugged take on indierock trio Land of Talk's Ghost, if only because where so many ghost songs use the spirit as unobtainable object of affection, here, a rare reversal puts the ghost in first person. I know what it's like to be unseen, to feel adrift and out of place in the mortal world; I suspect we all do.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

The Aristocrats: King Of Carrot Flowers



Neutral Milk Hotel: King of Carrot Flowers Pt. 1

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From one of the weirdest, most endearing, and at times most disturbing albums in my library, King Of Carrot Flowers is not a tale of vegetable royalty, but of childhood angst and discovery. This, the opening track of the album, sets the stage for a frantic and wild ride through Jeff Mangum's fevered mind.  As the folks at AMG wrote, this album is either the work of a genius or of a crackpot.  I'd definitely recommend checking it out.