Concept: Dan Bejar rides the fame he gained beside The New Pornographers into the longest track of his career, punctuated with cosmopolitan anecdotes and poeticisms which are apparently supposed to describe the invasion, although most of the narrative occurs long after.
Sound: The self-diagnosis of ‘ambient disco’ is more or less appropriate. I’d call it one of the most boring things I’ve ever listened to. Occasional guitar strums and bare beats are spread so sparsely you can tell Bejar wants desperately for you to listen to whatever he half-sings.
Lyrics: Bejar may cement himself in a painful stereotypical French atmosphere, but he’s still from Vancouver and he’s still catastrophically interested in listening to himself talk. He spends his ‘epic’ piece breaking straw men and recalling personal events which are left to stand on their own, uninspired and uninteresting:
“So now I live well. I live in the mine. I’m still slinging mud at the towers all the time. I took a walk and threw up in an English garden.”
“Love is a political beast with jaws for a mouth. I don’t care.”
“A crumbling beauty trapped in a river of ice. A crumbling beauty trapped in paradise. Oh, it was paradise.”
“I was 20 years old in 1992. I was bathed in golden sunlight, alright!! I was ripped on dope.”
Quick And Dirty: A parade of outdated pretension. (♦♦)
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