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| Photo by Alice Baxley |
Hot diggity-dawg, every once in a while I throw on an album sent to me and fall immediately into love with it.
Sad Park's No More Sound has everything that drives me wild: loose arrangements that sound sloppy while nailing every beat, groove, and accent; vocals that feel like they're authentically searching for the next "right" note but you discover that's actually an illusion and the singer is intending every syllable whether it's behind, ahead of, or directly in the pocket; and songs stuffed with so many hooks you lose count and just ride along the rising rush of excitement that powers this album from start to finish.
It’s a loud and rowdy smear of sound guaranteed to bring a smile to yr face every time you give it a spin.
Basically, it freaking slays.
It looks like Sad Park is currently on tour (though, sadly, it appears I already missed their Chicago stop) and, based on this album, they sound like they'd be an amazing live act. If you happen to catch them, let me know if I'm right!
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