The difference between Los Campesinos 2010 and 2008 is the difference between yet another whatever release, EP All’s Well That End’s and 2008’s surprise album We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed. The latter is the Camps greatest moment, where their sophomoric lovelorn verbiage comes face to face with a pro-melodic, art-punk aesthetic and everybody eins (except for Garth, of course). The former?
The former is acoustic remarks of somgs that were a big whatever to start with. Garth suffers from the great lyric writer suyndrome, he is in the busy of setting up choice lines that you love so much you think you love the song: More post coital and less post rock is so funny you forget the song isn’t much with or without violins. None of the other three are all that, none are particularly interesting rethinking.
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The thing about acoustic reworking of songs is that they have to stand up for themselves. It is the best excuse for this bride stripped bare form of arrangements. Except this stuff is so damn fussy it never does stand up and be countyed. A good thing SINCE THE FUCKING SONGS SUCK.
The most important disaster of the year has nothing added to it by this disappointing EP. Garth should stopping fucking around and write songs as good as his lyrics are. Enough of this art shit.