For the love of all that is holy, the new Owen record is cripplingly sad. Granted, all recordings from Mike Kinsella (his brother Tim is the frontman of Joan of Arc and the “Hey coffee eyes. You got me coughing up my cookie heart" guy) have been sorrowful and intimate, but the recently-released New Leaves just feels sadder than all the rest. Hide all the sharp objects around you...
"If I lie still long enough for my heart to stop, will I find what I lost?"
Verdict: Sad, albeit quite emo.
"The makeup that you use to catch some eyes and hide your imperfections does little to conceal an ego that's been bruised many times."
Verdict: Sad, and mean, too.
"I always thought I'd end up owning my own boat before a home."
Verdict: I don't even know what that means, but I assume it's probably something pretty sad.
But the sadness crown goes to the opening/title track, which is starts with an optimistic outlook, yet is soon swallowed whole by boozing, depression, and cat lying. Yeah, you heard me: "Well I'm tired of sleeping on the couch, like a guest in my own house. Well I'm tired of lying to the cat about if or when i'll be back." I don't care what you do, but don't start lying to the house pets.
Owen - "New Leaves"
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