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Ben Bridwell is one hell of a man.

Kaius wrote:Ben Bridwell is one hell of a man.

yeah he seems like a really down to earth guy

if not for the neck tattoo i'd let him babysit my children

Would you let him date your sister?

i was really into them for about a month.

there does seem to be a band of horses thread.

also a group of horses is not called a band. Drove, Stable, Team, or Herd are appropriate depending on the circumstances.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Milquetoast indie rock with a middling singer.

You just described everything in the 'Post your 2015 end of year mix-tapes here' Thread.

I like their first three albums a lot, the fourth not so much. Milquetoast doesn't bother me.

Cease to Begin is one of the best albums of its decade.

Everything All the Time and Infinite Arms are also great records.

Mirage Rock is the weak link but it's still got a couple of wonderful gems.

I just listened to "Cease to Begin" a few days before Christmas -- it really is a wonderful record, full of rich melodies and deep, cavernous ambience.

Man I was really into these guys around 2010.

Wow, folky indie rock performed by bearded men. How original.

I remember hearing this song on FIFA 13 and really enjoying it. I checked them out and was really disappointed.

tommymtcom wrote:Wow, folky indie rock performed by bearded men. How original.

i f*cking hate white people

LoathedVermin72 wrote:

tommymtcom wrote:Wow, folky indie rock performed by bearded men. How original.

i f*cking hate white people

We could change the defining characteristics of those two parameters to make it true about ANY genre or artist, you idiots.

tragabigzanda wrote:Hey, let me try this out...

Wow, arrogant rap music performed by black people.

Nope, doesn't quite have the same effect.

Yeah, but that's just because it sounds racist. Argumentatively it illustrates exactly the same type of cliche.

I have certainly been guilty of making this type of statement myself ("oh look, a bunch of bearded hippies, etc. etc."), but at some point one wonders if it isn't simply certain individuals' lots in life to create certain types of art. I once had the misfortune of reviewing a terrible CD by a rapper named MC Lars, who for all intents and purposes was Tom DeLonge in hip-hop form (the press kit called his particular brand of rap "nerdcore," and it sounded pretty much as you'd expect from the description). Credit where credit is due, were I to have passed him on the street, I would not have pegged him as a rapper -- perhaps an amateur skateboarder, or someone who works part-time at Journey's shoe store in the mall. In that sense, he defied my expectations -- he made a type of music that I wold not have expected someone who looked like him to make. But ultimately that quality was worthless in and of itself -- the music was crummy, and the guy sounded phony and out of his element. Sometimes borders are transcended and glass ceilings are shattered and it's a beautiful thing. But sometimes looking at five young bearded white males and being able to dream up a reasonable facsimile of their music in your mind before ever hearing a note of it simply means that the world is turning properly on its axis that day. At that point we can dispense with the superficial nonsense and assess the music as a series of notes, chords, words, and sounds, as it should be.

BOH Top 5:
Wicked Gil
Our Swords
The Funeral
Ode to LRC
Bluebeard

Kevin fucking Davis