It could be subconscious but sometimes I'll drive 15 or so miles out of my way to the town where I met my first love, really the only girl I've cared about in my life that was outside the realm of sex and lust. I'm not really sure what I'm expecting to find; after all, everytime I drive there it's always the same. I'll look around to see if maybe this one time I'll see her standing there, as shocked to see me as I am to see her. It's strange and exciting, almost like playing hide and seek with a ghost. Maybe it's just a way of feeling something, a little escape from the mundane, but it doesn't really matter: she's never there. But I'll keep going, maybe a little less often every year that passes, because for some reason hope is still there. I always leave disappointed, but I'll return regardless. I blame fate, but in reality it's just a way of holding onto the past to depart from the present.
Days is kind of like that; a shimmering hope that the theory is true that time spirals back in on itself. It isn't an ode to the past as much as it is a longing for it, yet we're always brought back crashing into the here and now, flames put out. Days is warm and comforting and herein lies the essential contradiction; it's a happy album about sadness. Real Estate spend these 10 melodically sunny tracks suggesting heaven and when they get there and find nothing but themselves older, it's devastating. There's no soulmate, just the same run-down town she grew up in, with half the Main st. stores closed and unshoveled snow on the sidewalks. Yet there's solace here, knowing nothing changes and yet everything does. "I'm not ok, but I guess I'm doing fine" Martin Courtney dispassionately croons in the melancholic "Wonder Years". By going backwards, Real Estate have somehow found the crucial zenith at the center of this generation's heart: we're lost.
See, this is what I like about music: how we can hear that one album that transports us back to something so dear to us and leaves our thoughts to flood out so freely. I really like what you wrote here.
For a short review, that relates to the ideas of the album more than the music itself, this is amazing. It really strikes a chord with me, as the album does, especially about 'playing hide-and-seek with a ghost', as...I seem to do the same thing with a past love of mine...
ONE THING! Bassist Alex Bleeker sings on "Wonder Years", not Martin Courtney! I've met them all twice and they're incredibly humble, just suburban kids who want to make music to make sense of their origins.
Favorites are: "Municipality", "Out Of Tune", and of course "All The Same". And everything else. If you're in between 21 and 28 you need to hear this record before the year dies out (it has a very autumnal quality, but many hear sun-soaked melodies as well).
i know you wont even bother to change your super awful super deep impersonation of chan opening paragraph being turned into whole review style (spoilers: i dont like chan's review generally =D) but I'd like to think theres a chance
What the hell is wrong with you, Sam? Don't you know that style of writing was patented by Chan? In all seriousness though, the thing I dislike about your reviews is how little they tell me about the actual sound of the albums. That said, I really did enjoy reading this and it's definitely worth a pos.