my milk went....grey
{love the imagery of the album title...the cover art is pretty nifty as well}
I remember the first time I heard the name Grey Milk. I was a lil tipsy at Mustang Sally's watching Sean's last show with You Win the Prize, and I was talking to Jesse for the first time in, what, 6 years? Well, needless to say (though I'll say it anyway) I was giddy and bubbly and I just said "eeewwww. It sounds putrid." To which Jesse grinned and said, "Well, that's the idea. At least people will remember it..." Don't know if that's actually the reasoning behind naming their band after rancid dairy, but I doubt they'd need that sort of distinction in someone's mind in order to be memorable.
Though their style of music is not one that I usually listen to (I usually opt for "pretty" sounding or periodically gritty tunes,) I find myself listening just for the sake of supporting friends but ending up enjoying myself. I've heard most of the album already in Sean's (or Jesse's?) car but the sound was...lacking...and I'm finding that I understand much more of Jesse's singing with this second listen (having the lyrics doesn't hurt, either.)
It's taking a bit of adjustment to go from "The Island Gospel" to this, as they feel like polar opposites. While I felt like the former embraced and rode the feelings to the end, I'm feeling mostly conflict and dissatisfaction with the latter. Though I see the use and function of experiencing life from this perspective at times, it's somewhere that I used to be stuck so I'm not sure what to do with it just yet. As with any habit, I'm wary of taking up the behavior again for fear of slipping back to it as a consistent mindset.
I feel like I would have more to say about this album if it I was in the right mood for it. I'm just not feeling it as deeply as I know I could if I was connecting to it, but I'm not connecting to it because I'm just not in the right place for it.
I remember the first time I heard the name Grey Milk. I was a lil tipsy at Mustang Sally's watching Sean's last show with You Win the Prize, and I was talking to Jesse for the first time in, what, 6 years? Well, needless to say (though I'll say it anyway) I was giddy and bubbly and I just said "eeewwww. It sounds putrid." To which Jesse grinned and said, "Well, that's the idea. At least people will remember it..." Don't know if that's actually the reasoning behind naming their band after rancid dairy, but I doubt they'd need that sort of distinction in someone's mind in order to be memorable.
Though their style of music is not one that I usually listen to (I usually opt for "pretty" sounding or periodically gritty tunes,) I find myself listening just for the sake of supporting friends but ending up enjoying myself. I've heard most of the album already in Sean's (or Jesse's?) car but the sound was...lacking...and I'm finding that I understand much more of Jesse's singing with this second listen (having the lyrics doesn't hurt, either.)
It's taking a bit of adjustment to go from "The Island Gospel" to this, as they feel like polar opposites. While I felt like the former embraced and rode the feelings to the end, I'm feeling mostly conflict and dissatisfaction with the latter. Though I see the use and function of experiencing life from this perspective at times, it's somewhere that I used to be stuck so I'm not sure what to do with it just yet. As with any habit, I'm wary of taking up the behavior again for fear of slipping back to it as a consistent mindset.
I feel like I would have more to say about this album if it I was in the right mood for it. I'm just not feeling it as deeply as I know I could if I was connecting to it, but I'm not connecting to it because I'm just not in the right place for it.