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Constipated Monkey Smegma
...Presents...
Royal City-At Rush Hour the Cars
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│ RiPPER.: djn DATE RiPPED..: 11-02-2004 │
│ LAbEL..: Three Gut Records DATE RELEaSEd: 00-00-2000 │
│ ENCOdER: LAME RELEaSE SiZE.: 36,9 MB │
│ BiTrAtE: VBR kbps TRACkS.......: 13 │
│ MOdE...: Joint-Stereo SoURCe.......: CDDA │
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│ from pitchforkmedia.com: │
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│ At Rush Hour the Cars │
│ [Three Gut] │
│ Rating: 8.1 │
│ You're ever so slightly drunk, and swinging on a hammock. │
│ It's seventy-five degrees out, the sunlight is waning, and │
│ the person you're most attracted to just revealed that the │
│ feeling is mutual. You don't have shit to do for the rest │
│ of the day but enjoy the unending perfect moment. That's │
│ the sort of corny, but great feel-good vibe of the first │
│ track off At Rush Hour the Cars. Damn, is this nice. By │
│ the third track, you'll be humming "O Canada" and planning │
│ a move to Toronto. │
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│ At Rush Hour the Cars is a thirteen-track, delicately │
│ crafted and sedative dream that you won't want to wake up │
│ from. You'll hear Low, Palace, and Smog bandied about as │
│ musical reference points in its reviews. Ah, but crass │
│ approximations, my friend. There are points of │
│ intersection, to be sure. Still, Royal City are │
│ considerably less sparse and hymn-like than Low, less │
│ cabin-fevered and tortured than the many masks of Will │
│ Oldham, and miles away from the tone of any bare-stripped │
│ Smog record. │
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│ You should have already inferred that this sweet quintet │
│ is a product of that great frigid expanse to the north. │
│ Their sound is, nevertheless, anything but icy. Every │
│ guitar chord and bass pluck exudes a hearth-like warmth, │
│ and the regained familiarity that comes with meeting old │
│ friends after a period of extended separation. The songs │
│ never drag past their prime, staying just long enough for │
│ you to miss them when they end, and never long enough to │
│ sate you. │
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│ Not unlike Oldham's work, At Rush Hour the Cars is heavy │
│ on the Americana vibe. Or, rather, North Americana. Many │
│ songs have strong country inflections, but not in the │
│ hokey, twangy sense; the feel here is much more earthy, │
│ and far less stylized. Aaron Riche's wavering, sleepy │
│ vocals keep the band afloat, with piano, organ, lap-steel │
│ guitar, and additional voices rounding things out. Evan │
│ Gordon, Jim Guthrie, Nathan Lawr, and Simon Osborne │
│ provide the musical textures over which Riche's pretty, │
│ faltering voice meanders, relating melancholy vignettes. │
│ It's formulaic but powerful. And that's Royal City's │
│ principal charm; rather than lazily reposing on the │
│ time-tested, they wield it gracefully and exhaust its │
│ possibilities. Particularly effective, as well as subtle, │
│ is the prudence and restraint shown by the rhythm section. │
│ The bass never vies for a piece of the melody, and the │
│ drums are often imperceptible, acting more as accents on │
│ guitar strums, and bringing to mind the sound of a distant │
│ wind-blown screen door slamming shut. │
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│ The honey-drenched opener, "O You with Flowers," the dark, │
│ waltzy "You Strutted and You Fretted," and the '60s folk │
│ of "I Can See" are the record's standouts, though there no │
│ songs that could rightfully qualify as "weak" here. "You │
│ Strutted and Fretted," in particular, is an example of the │
│ musical coquetry prevalent on this album. You'd be happy │
│ to hear the song linger for another five minutes, but │
│ after the first glimpse of skin and a wry smile, it │
│ disappears. The effect is frustrating, but the method │
│ intelligent. │
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│ Nevertheless, I hope the next recording Royal City │
│ releases offers larger morsels and fleshier arrangements. │
│ While the teasing leaves you thirsting, the sequencing is │
│ notable, too, for its subtle and effective pacing. As a │
│ respite from your regular regimen of feedback and │
│ screaming, or as a structural reinforcement to the quiet │
│ music section of your collection, Royal City comes as a │
│ welcome surprise this year. You can never have too many │
│ good songs. │
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│ │ # │ Track Name │ Time │ │
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│ │ 01 │ O You with Flowers │ 03:21 │ │
│ │ 02 │ At Rush Hour the Cars │ 05:01 │ │
│ │ 03 │ I'm Taking the Trai │ 02:10 │ │
│ │ 04 │ You Strutted and Fretted Across │ 03:24 │ │
│ │ 05 │ I Am A Raw Youth │ 02:09 │ │
│ │ 06 │ The Sound of the Street Cars │ 04:24 │ │
│ │ 07 │ Baby Let Your Heart Out │ 02:58 │ │
│ │ 08 │ Rosy My Cheek │ 04:20 │ │
│ │ 09 │ I Can See │ 01:30 │ │
│ │ 10 │ In Havana the Stars │ 01:38 │ │
│ │ 11 │ I Want to Go Everywhere │ 01:42 │ │
│ │ 12 │ Codeine & Shakespeare │ 02:54 │ │
│ │ 13 │ I'd Never Be Anything │ 04:52 │ │
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│ │ │ Total │ 40:23 min │
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