Not a lot happening today, but there are a fuck-ton of reviews. I think this is going to be the last batch I post unless someone requests otherwise (and, seriously, I'm 98% sure I'm the only one reading all of these), so gobble 'em up while you still can!
Monsters Under the Bed, a cool blog in its own right, loves the record. Death & Taxes disagrees and doesn't see the album's folky leanings. Indie Wiretap can dig it, but appears to have only heard Distortion before this one, or something. Nothing Not New hates the record, it seems, but kinda loves The Magnetic Fields, which is cool, I guess. Slowdive and Consequence of Sound both think it's pretty okay. Spin Magazine gives it 4/5 stars. And, then there's that Pitchfork review, which, like so much of their work, is written by a talented person who completely doesn't, nor bothers to try to, understand this record. This isn't bias speaking either, as I'm not offended by its insipid 6.0 rating (the whole concept of a grading scale is kinda iffy to me), it's just that the review is a frustrating example of poor journalism.
The beautiful Stephinsongs graciously linked to this meager little blog yesterday, for which I'd like to extend an open thanks. When I first got into this music so long ago, Stephinsongs was a valuable resource to me and it's a privilege and an honor to be recognized by it. Also, it's run by a generally nice fella, so that's cool too.
Realism and its iTunes bonus track (!!) are still playing here in Williamson Hollow. I hope all is well for you, dearest readers, and that you're loving the record as much as I.