Have you heard any of the last 3 or so My Morning Jacket albums? Doesn't this sound just like those? Those humid atmospherics, those funk angles, the too-slow tempos, that underwhelming waft. This disappointing followup that has none of their debut's breezy heart and charisma.
Two
huge
exceptions.
Miss You, the way it creeps up, simmers, recedes and them just lashes out with such fucking heart.
And then there's The Greatest, which is, as I recently put it to Robin, "such a fucking amazing slash of goinforit", such a stomper - that riff, that exploding train beat, that wooly ol synth line, and Brittany just throwing herself at it like its a pinpulled love grenade.
They're so double-live, those two songs, so full of rock and roll, so full or fury and sincerity and a lightningbolt moment that will never happen again.
Where's that energy on the other 10 tracks? Why couldn't the whole album be songs like those two, or at least *attempts*, some swing at that kind of energy?
A baffling contradiction 3/5
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