I read lots of music blogs, I spend way too much time on the internet but despite that the music I listen to most is usually recommended to me by people I know and trust in real life. I got A Poet Named Revolver Meets Gruesome for my friends in Bloomington, IN’s Dust From 1000 Years last time they stopped through Albany on tour. They left me with a stack of cds from bands they had found while on the road and this album came at the top of their list of recommendations.
When I got the CD it was just a burned copy so I didn’t know any of the track names (I still don’t know most of them) or what the record was called or what the art looked like. I listened to it a couple times without thinking about it and found that I had songs stuck in my head but I couldn’t figure where they came from. It took me a couple weeks to stumble upon it again and find that these were the songs that got stuck in my head(ex meadows in particular). The album is one part the microphones, a half part at the drive in a good dose of Simon Joyner. There is an immediacy and desperation in the songs that really take you into another world for a while, for example the fade in opener ExMeadows puts the listener on the run from what seems like the end of the world. Postwar Pop takes a more folk but yet abstract approach to the end of a city.
Unfortunately A Poet Named Revolver has already decided to call it quits. We think its a shame but are glad for the one record they did make, it is awesome, you should listen to it. You can buy it from here.
lets just say that poet named revolver is played in my dorm room in hawaii atleast once a day...i mean come on, what a fan. im so faithful to you fellas.
brother bear. im missing you so much this is just redic.it was fabulous talkin to you on saturday.the beach wasnt too bad at all.haha but anyways.i think about ya 24/7 and wish you could zippity doo da right on over.love you
dearest tjr- so wonderful chattin with you over the cellular device. you have no idea how much im missing you...and the burritos you make and oatmeal ice cream and dancing with ya and good movies. gosh i love you.talk to you soon you silly tree climber love always, tjr
