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4 of 6 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Massillon Sky Gloaming Sun Moon Fields Buy it Today, 28 Dec 2002
By A Customer
Wop-A-Din-Din-- Stoopid song about Kozelek's moggy. Avoid. Actually the tune is quite good so check it out.Byrd Joel-- uptempo song, jangly and with some quality guitar, great lyrics about "she sleeps and won't come back again" Void-- the album's high point, and one of the best songs Kozelek has ever made. A slow burning epic, with amazing flared trouser 1974 guitar sounds, amazing vocal melody and harmonies, and achingly longing lyrics "fill the void in me now/ red lights cruise in the night/ red light take me home/ make it up to me good". Class Between Days-- a college rock guitar stomp about depression in young women and the passing of time. Faster and louder than most RHP songs, and great bass guitar and drums. Cruiser--the big disappointment of Old Ramon. This is a great song with fantastic words "Hanoi Rocks & Social D, my sweetest angel rescued me/ so drive me down sunset boulevard/ feeling nice in your white car". Just fantastic, but the production makes it sound like there's no vibe there at all. Check other versions for the quality of this song. Michigan-- a jangly uptempo semi-acoustic, airy song not dissimilar to track 2. Yet another top quality Kozelek song about sexy women "I don't know/ if we'll get dressed" River-- and in case the mood gets too light, River brings the mood to a darker, more navel gazing attitude "down through the dirt you lead us, across the sand you disappear/ will you come back?" It starts with sad words and ends up, like early RHP, a strangulated noise-fest of atavistic primal cries and an eventual feeling of hard-won catharsis. Phew Smokey-- a gently floating song about how the magic of life "comes down like a storm/ then drizzles/ then dies". A tuneful but ultimately quite depressive meditation upon entropy, obsolescence, ageing, and mortality. Golden- MK's hymn to John Denver. Once again all the RHP trademarks are present. A feeling of air and space, an almost pathological obsession with music and death, and MK pours his extra virgin olive oil voice over the top. Class Kavita-- This seems to be kind of a joke. Very mexican vibe here, and a cruelty not seen in MK's work since the mid 1990's. "My friends think you're stupid". An odd sad funny end to what is surely the best, or best equal, RHP album of all time. Remember Wizzard wishing it could be Xmas every day? Well I wish I could hear a new RHP song every day. But then I might die of happiness. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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