It feels like there’s a lot of lost nights compressed together on Live From a Shark Cage. It’s hard to believe this came out almost a decade ago; ten years holding – on average – 3,650 evenings.
Some might dare call this post-rock, but it’s mostly lonely and soft. Maybe that’s what people meant back then; I can’t remember anymore how all that rattling about who went where used to go to. Probably all fell into the same black hole that sucked up those 3,650 evenings.
(Bitch and moan, bitch and moan.) Continue reading