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theres a review of bright eyes in todays west australian newspaper.
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"Boozy ramble makes Bright Eyes shine"
Review:Simon Collins
"The word on the street - well, amongst the few hundred who half-filled the Freo Arts Centre last Thursday evening - is that Conor Oberst, who has released six albums under the Bright Eyes moniker, is the new Bob Dylan.
Thats like saying a criketer is the next Don Bradman and, anyhwho, would Dylan be Dylan if the Minnesota minstrel arrived now? The times, they a changed so much that i suspect he wouldn't even get a record deadl.
But after witnessing Oberst and band's rambling, shambolic but absolutely rivetting performance on Thursday, it was clear where those comparisons come from. Like Dylan, this 24-year-old Nebraskan singer-songwriter is raw, literate, witty, angry, off-kilter and a total drunkard, too.
One of the highlights of the gig - which unraveeled over twho hours, many bottles of booze and a couple of toilet breakes was - When the President Talks to God, and hilariousl caustic take on the hypocritical highground of George W. Bush and the Christian right. With its repetitive verses, questioning tone and folky sound, this brillant tune could have been lifted right out of the Dylan songbook.
The indie hero opened with At the Bottom of Everything, also the opening number from thsi year's jaw-dropping I'm Wide Awake it's Morning; one of two albums released simulatenously last January. The second album, the electronic infused Digital Ash in a Digital Urn was totally ignored, with Oberst preferring to stick to folk and county drenched songs.
Revertial silence followed each song, slightly unnerving the wispy singer who told us it was OK to get rowdy - he was. IT was the last proper show of their tour supporting REM around Australia and an inebriated Obert thanked his band members (which included collobrator and pedal steel guitarest Mike Mogis and Rilo Kiley drummer Jason Boesel) and declared that they'd play until they got kicked off stage.
A solo acoustic version of album highlight Land Locked Blues led into the second half of the show which built in intensity until an explosive Road to Joy. RIght before his management managed to finally bundle him off stage, Oberst put the neck of his guitar through the Arts Centre stage as he smahsed his instrument.
It was an edgy ending to a unique performace. Conor Oberst may or may not be the new Bob Dylan, but he is definetly the one and only Bright Eyes."
Thats a good review. I enjoyed the Total Drunkard line.
i'll type it up. I enjoy typing
"Boozy ramble makes Bright Eyes shine"
Review:Simon Collins
"The word on the street - well, amongst the few hundred who half-filled the Freo Arts Centre last Thursday evening - is that Conor Oberst, who has released six albums under the Bright Eyes moniker, is the new Bob Dylan.
Thats like saying a criketer is the next Don Bradman and, anyhwho, would Dylan be Dylan if the Minnesota minstrel arrived now? The times, they a changed so much that i suspect he wouldn't even get a record deadl.
But after witnessing Oberst and band's rambling, shambolic but absolutely rivetting performance on Thursday, it was clear where those comparisons come from. Like Dylan, this 24-year-old Nebraskan singer-songwriter is raw, literate, witty, angry, off-kilter and a total drunkard, too.
One of the highlights of the gig - which unraveeled over twho hours, many bottles of booze and a couple of toilet breakes was - When the President Talks to God, and hilariousl caustic take on the hypocritical highground of George W. Bush and the Christian right. With its repetitive verses, questioning tone and folky sound, this brillant tune could have been lifted right out of the Dylan songbook.
The indie hero opened with At the Bottom of Everything, also the opening number from thsi year's jaw-dropping I'm Wide Awake it's Morning; one of two albums released simulatenously last January. The second album, the electronic infused Digital Ash in a Digital Urn was totally ignored, with Oberst preferring to stick to folk and county drenched songs.
Revertial silence followed each song, slightly unnerving the wispy singer who told us it was OK to get rowdy - he was. IT was the last proper show of their tour supporting REM around Australia and an inebriated Obert thanked his band members (which included collobrator and pedal steel guitarest Mike Mogis and Rilo Kiley drummer Jason Boesel) and declared that they'd play until they got kicked off stage.
A solo acoustic version of album highlight Land Locked Blues led into the second half of the show which built in intensity until an explosive Road to Joy. RIght before his management managed to finally bundle him off stage, Oberst put the neck of his guitar through the Arts Centre stage as he smahsed his instrument.
It was an edgy ending to a unique performace. Conor Oberst may or may not be the new Bob Dylan, but he is definetly the one and only Bright Eyes."
Thats a good review. I enjoyed the Total Drunkard line.