The Spinners

I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning (Bright Eyes, 2005)

In Folk, Indie American, Thor Balanon on January 5, 2010 at 9:38 am

Conor Oberst is all about them words. Sugar sticky words spun into tales of everyday madness. Though mostly about death, the songs are anything but lost in the wild search for understanding.

And on the way home you held your camera like a bible / Just wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth.

A glimpse of the truth is frightening enough. The mortal strip tease, the slow unraveling of fear fuels the album; quiet panic not far behind. Still, there are funny moments, lazy slides, and bouncy country-rock. Less indulgent than Bright Eyes’ previous releases, most of the tracks clock in at 4 minutes, with tight verses and sing-along choruses.

But failure’s always sounded better / Let’s fuck it up boys, make some noise!

Oberst is at his best fucked up. The trumpets swell (shrill, bruised) a few seconds before the album closes. A last gasp defiant enough to make the earth shudder.

– Thor Balanon

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