Advisory Committee

Continuing my discovery of the wonders of lo-fi, we return with Mirah's second and not so lo-fi album. It hasn't sunk in completely, but immediately, I like the first one better. Slightly only though. There's places she's gone wild, in a thoroughly indie sense of the term, with Recommendation. But that's nice. It's like what The Postal Service must've been thinking when they wrote Such Great Heights. Fortunately, I can't see any Ben Gibbard in Advisory Committee. Or at the very least, just a little. Cold Cold Water sets it up for another 10+ songs about how we're not normal people anymore. What's fun is how you can still hear some fuzz on the acoustic guitars, but you know they've spent time cleaning it up. Eight and a half on ten?

Everyone's been talking about the All-TIME 100 albums and that's cool. Sure, everyone has an opinion about who's in and why Pink Floyd fails to make it to this gracious list. So I thought I should get a word in too - Time is a gleaming example of how people think. Hurrah to everyone who doesn't know who Pavement and Muddy Waters are. Word.

By the way, this is also Courtney Love's first true moment of glory.

Pleasantly surprised to see Oasis there. But they got the wrong album.

I think Light Grenades is the last album of 2006 I'm really looking forward to. I'm slow. I haven't heard Anna-Molly yet.

Today is such a boring day in music that VH1's Rock Clock lists the birthday of one of the Hanson boys alongside Britney Spears filing for divorce from "sperm donor" (*snigger snigger) K-Fed. I'm so bored, I actually read that crap.