The Avett Brothers - Mignonette
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Free Music Review: skip it
Hit: 2 Stars
Wow. Emotionalism is such a beautifully sad album. Four Thieves Gone is raw and urgent. This one is kind of bland. No songs really stand out. Some of the lyrics are a bit trite. Sounds like a bunch of leftovers. The other albums are so great that this one just doesn't even compare. I almost feel like the boys should be apologizing to me.Free Music Review: Least Fave So Far
Hit: 4 Stars
Great title, great album, but pales in comparison to the other knock-outs from this band.Free Music Review: I Can't Believe I'm the First To Review Mignonette
Hit: 4 Stars
One of the Avett Brothers' earlier CDs, I return to this one repeatedly for the craftsmanship and the rough-edged but lucid voices of Scott and Seth Avett. Two songs, "Swept Away" and "Signs" appear twice as separate recordings (the second recording of "Signs" is uncredited, sung by a voice not recognizable as an Avett brother) which is interesting because each offers a unique take on the song. All four songs are terrific. I rate this whole CD terrific, with the exception of "Complainte D"VN Matelot Mourant" and "The Day That Marvin Gaye Died". I don't get the first one - its creaking noises sound like a day-old shipwreck (maybe the Mignonette spoken of in the foreward?). "Marvin Gaye" sounds like the bass player Bob Crawford might be singing, and his voice isn't as pleasing as the Avetts themselves. Sorry Bob. You're still really good-looking.
Anyway, I've just ordered "Four Thieves Gone" to round out my Avett Bros collection of five CDs. BTW, Avetts, if you ever get stuck on the side of Route 2 in New London, North Carolina again, I will definitely pick you up!
Free Music Review: Simply beautiful
Hit: 5 Stars
I first heard of these guys when my cousin's band opened for them at the Soiled Dove Underground. I had no idea what I was in for, but they played about three hours of the most refreshing bluegrass I'd ever heard. Granted, they pretty much only know the chords C, G, and D (If you don't believe me, look up some tabs), but you'd be amazed at the variety of songs you can get out of those three chords. Their songs are all sweet without being sickening, and even a few tortured love songs thrown in. They played a concert so spirited that it left Scott bleeding from his chin... and then played a much anticipated encore. When someone from the audience shouted out, "What happened?" Seth shouted back, "Rock and roll, that's what happened."
These guys are going to save music.
Free Music Review: Wretched
Hit: 1 Stars
Just as rap can (charitably) be considered a crude, debased version of Delta and Chicago blues, so the Avett Brothers can be considered a crude shadow of the highl, lonesome glory that is traditional bluegrass.
Trad bluegrass, and for that matter traditional country (I'm thinking Haggard here) requires facility with one's instrument (banjo, fiddle, mando, slap bass, guitar, pdeal steel voice) honestly beyond the reach of most of us weekend, parking-lot pickers. But let's say you still want a career in music. How do you overcome your technical limitations? One thing to do is practice a lot. Another thing to do is call yourself "alt-something" or "Americana" or a favorite for the Avetts, "unclassifiable." You'll get plenty of gigs in college towns and probably many, many opportunities with girls to which a tuneless, braying racket like Swept Away represents some sort of essential workin' class Ahmericun simplcity and honestly.
And all that's finel. it's better the Avetts, ot Jay Farrar, or Jeff tweedy, or any of the other idiots that came out of the alt-scenes, do this instead of, say rob gas stations. And many people find the music meaningful. But when I hear the Avetts bellowing their nonsense, and listen to their crude noodlings on trad string instruments, I think back to when I saw Ralph Stanley and BIll Monroe, the sorts sneeringly labeled "old school" by Avett acolytes, and despair for the future of this land of ours.