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Originally released : 04-10-2007
Release date : 04-17-2007
Album name : Cassadaga
Artist : Bright Eyes
Ripped by : Team EOS
Genre : Indie
Label : Saddle Creek
Encoding Software : Lame EOS
Quality : -V 2
Tracks : 13
Size of Files : 88,0 MB
─ Track list ───────────────────────────────────────── ─── ─ ─
01 06:05 Clairaudients (Kill Or Be Killed)
02 04:16 Four Winds
03 04:54 If The Brakeman Turns My Way
04 04:14 Hot Knives
05 04:14 Make A Plan To Love Me
06 04:14 Soul Singer In A Session Band
07 04:19 Classic Cars
08 04:50 Middleman
09 03:29 Cleanse Song
10 05:13 No One Would Riot For Less
11 04:10 Coat Check Dream Song
12 06:19 I Must Belong Somewhere
13 05:54 Lime Tree
Total time: 62:11 min
─ Release notes ─────────────────────────────────────── ─── ─ ─
Call him pretentious, call him sensitive, call him what
you will, but there's no denying the fact that Conor
Oberst is a talented and intelligent songwriter.
Actually, it's probably more correct to say that Bright
Eyes are a group of talented and intelligent
songwriters, because it's the pedal steel, the
clamorous percussion, the orchestral arrangements, the
thick background vocals that add to the songs in
Cassadaga -- the band's fullest and most developed
record to date -- almost as much as the lead singer's
own wobbly voice and sharp lyrics. Because the album
is, like all of Bright Eyes' albums, very much about
the words. Besides the usual swatch of Middle America
character sketches and the occasional political
allusions, Oberst writes dialogue that travels
throughout the record, questioning religion and truth
and love and purpose the entire time. He knows he has
to go somewhere, and he's hoping that if he just keeps
moving, where exactly that is will make itself clear.
"Cassadaga might be just a premonition of a place
you're going to visit," a psychic says to him in the
opener, "Clairaudients (Kill or Be Killed)," which acts
an introduction to both the album's musical (slightly
spacey, organic acoustic melodies) and lyrical
(direction, control) themes. Oberst sees himself in a
place where "everything must belong somewhere" and
"death may come invisible," a place where mystics and
clairvoyants can tell us as much about our own selves
as we can, a place where destiny exists, a place where
God is both an omnipotent "Brakeman" and a myth
construed in books. Perhaps because of this, Oberst
appears more unsure than he ever has. But also because
of this, this lack of control, it's not an insecurity
about himself that he feels, but rather a kind of
shadowy acceptance of the uncertainty of life. "The 'I
don't know,' the 'maybe so'/Is the only real reply,"
which he sings on the stormy Western dirge "Middleman,"
his voice accepting and empty at the same time, is the
most truthful assurance he can offer. Because, despite
the gravity of the ideas presented on Cassadaga, it's
not a depressing or even overly serious album. Rather,
it's finding what you can, be it a geographic location
or a mind state, when and how you can, amid the
incomprehensible world around you; it's Americana, full
of folky acoustic guitars and dobro and dissent and
yet, still, a kind of hopeful optimism that can't hide
itself completely under the strings, clarinets, and
cynical irony; it's a mature interpretation of life,
not just whining complaints. "I'm leaving this place
but there's nothing I'm planning to take/Just you,"
Oberst confesses on "No One Would Riot for Less." Where
he's going -- Manhattan, California, the Hague, New
England, or even Cassadaga itself -- he doesn't know,
but he's going to keep looking until he finds it, and
he's got his guitar, his simple chords, his verses and
choruses, to help him (and perhaps us) along.
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