Few words describe this album better than meditative and hopeful. This is a lovely album to sooth frazzled nerves.
This is a good, solid blues album. Like much blues music, the lyrics tend to be more original and memorable than the melodies. The band puts on a spirited performance that is technically strong and quite enjoyable.
This is a really nice little album that deserves more listeners. Musically, it's simple and straight forward, grunge-tinged accoustic folk rock, but like the best of that genre, the voice and words convey private emotions in a way that feels intimate, vulnerable and honest. The tongue-in-cheek "Feb the 14th" provides some welcome relief from the melancholy of the other songs.
I guess I'm just the right age to miss groups like this and wonder where all the fun went. If you're like me and still like to blast Flaming Lips and the Replacements (even if it's only while cooking dinner with a glass of wine in hand because you go to bed too early now to go clubbing), you'll enjoy this 3-song taste of Porpoise. As the title to the first song suggests (dogs, dogs, dogs, dogs), this album is full of energy, humor and unrepentently simplistic fun.
A little bit dreamy, a little bit languid, like a long August afternoon. I like the relaxed, somewhat ironic sound of this album that sometimes sounds a bit intoxicated.
Miss Daisy Black's "Nevroses" drives a steady, angsty rhythm from start to finish. This album is definitely on the harder-edged grunge side of the "pop rock" and "alternative" spectra. Amidst the driving drum and electric guitars are little clearings made for acoustic guitar and piano. Most songs have classic rock structures and many start with classic rock intros by either the drum or lead guitar. The vocals are featured (i.e., they are in the foreground and clearly enunciated), suggesting an emphasis on lyrics--I wish I understood French well enough to grasp them. At times the voice and melody remind me a bit of Kurt Cobane; at other times (particularly during the humming chorus on "nervoses en prose") I hear Paul Westerberg, but these are minor comparisons. I particularly like "nervoses en prose," and "l'appel de la horde."
Beautiful folk harmonies with just the right touches of instrumental accompaniment. "Haizea" and "Bigarren galderra" are my favorites.
Lyrically, this is a very silly album, but musically it is irresistibly catchy, and some songs, such as "sad robot" are quite beautiful.
I'm having a low-energy day, dragged down by a bad night's sleep and allergies. Thanks, Acid, for sending this album my way. The driving beat and upbeat melodies are really lifting my spirits and helping me get my work done. The album is optimistic without being sappy, and has just enough edge to keep it interesting without becoming unpleasantly edgy. It reminds me of driving through a city late at night, grooving at the way the lights reflect off of the wet pavement.