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I wrote a thing about Texas pop rock band Eisley in the Phoenix this week in which I was barely capable of keeping my tear-stained boner for the band under wraps. Go read it here. At the risk of sounding like a guy who makes really bad decisions with his life, this is one of my favorite records of the month so far. It's just so, so, so miserable. But beautiful too. Like a runway model with diarrhea from spoiled saag paneer you might say. The musical equivalent of that.
In the piece I talked about the band's curious penchant for inhabiting an incestuous emo band orbit.
Maybe it's because all the sad boy men keep falling in love with the three DuPree sisters: a member of Eisley has been romantically linked with, married to, divorced from, or gone through an aborted engagement with the frontman of...Taking Back Sunday, Brand New, Say Anything, and New Found Glory....
...There's such a palpable sadness to the DuPree sisters' vocals, they could make a rainbow of kittens sound brutal. "I feel sad for you . . . you'll be left alone and broken, bleeding from the heart when he doesn't come home," Stacy sings on "Sad." I don't know any of the personal stories here, but let me officially declare myself as Team DuPree. Print up the T-shirts and point me to the douchebag responsible. I'll take him out back.
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2 comments:
That band is not horrible.
No, they are quite good, and I mean that in all sincerity and not just because they are disgustingly cute.
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