oh, hooray – STATISTICALLY ME
Maybe you’re lonely, too! Maybe it’s the weekend, sunny outside, and you have nobody in the world that you can hang out with. Don’t worry and don’t be afraid to admit it. It’s not like you’re being afflicted by a strange disease here.
Nearly everyone’s caught it. And worse still, most of us are going about fixing the problem the wrong way. The whole thing might have bummed you out enough that you’ve thought about joining a gym or changing your wardrobe completely.
But before you do any of that, you could do a search for a friend in a piece of recorded music. Sure, it’ll be nearly as difficult as finding a real companion. Still, when you discover what oh, hooray has been up to, you’ll want to sit down, listen, and try to call them back in the morning to find out they’re ok.
“STATISTICALLY ME” is a glorious folk-punk song about being burned out, blue and hopelessly hoping for something to change. It’s the honesty of the lyrics, the pure poetry of that anger that makes the song what it is. And, hey, if the U.S. is bringing you down, like folk-punker, Vienna waits for you, ey?
Wasted Wine – Sorry to Report
The most numerous and, sadly, the most terrible automobile accidents occur when drivers are heading off home on the same old route that they’ve travelled a million times before. There are only so many times that you move in the same direction and still be able to learn something, or even pay enough attention. The same principle applies to nearly all areas of life.
You might love rock songs about freedom. You may adore pop songs that invite you to dance your troubles away. And, you’re, almost certainly, a devoted fan of Anglo-American tunes. But everyone deserves a holiday, a break from the old routine and the chance to learn some new things about the world. Wasted Wine is taking you on a trip to the Balkans.
As a frequent traveller to the Balkans, I can confirm that “Sorry to Report” is both very well-crafted and part of an Emir Kusturica fantasy image of the place. But that hardly matters much. Nah, in this case, it acts as a window into a world where tragedy and love collide under the watchful eye of some old forest witch that can’t stop grinning at the way it all plays out. This is American Balkan rock, and it may be the start of a mystery you’ll need to solve.
