If you thought last week was eclectic, get a load of this! Just trying to keep you on your toes, my friends.
Dance with me now.
And let’s round ’em up.
Ostensibly a country artist, Worsham adds pop, rock, soul, and occasionally a little Roger Miller to his sophomore collection. Never heard of Charlie? Make this the beginning.
If you quickly scan a few random posts here at The Clock, you might assume I don’t care much for metal. But au contraire, mon frère. It’s simply that my taste in metal, like Liam Neeson’s skill set in Taken, is very specific. Basically, it’s what Wolfpakk does.
This is not a happy album. It’s not exactly sad either, though. Mostly, it’s compelling as hell.
Feist leaves behind the simple pleasures of “Mushaboom” and “1234” for something altogether more powerful.
And we’ll end on some lighter notes, the kind of notes Postal Service might exchange with The Shins.