Every once and a while I get a nice little surprise in the snail-mailbox, and this most recent surprise is Seabear's effervescent debut album entitled The Ghost That Carried Us Away, a collection of 12 light, pretty, lift-your-head-up songs that are guaranteed to brighten even the darkest shades of blue. Sounding like a less pompous Bell & Sebastian or a more eccentric Pelle Carlberg, Seabear weave nearly unforgettable melodies with never-too-serious lyrics to create tunes that occasionally approach breathtaking moments of grandeur...something that really needs to be heard to be believed.This dicksmack did not just, did he? Oh yes friends, I think he did. Well, we see how this goes right? H8. BELITTLEMENT. NEVERENDING RANCOR. NO RESPECT. We see that he a) spelled Belle and Sebastian wrong; b) had the nervey nerve to call someone ELSE pompous, uh, igif, pull your head out of your ass; c) has as usual oversold like an overselling thing.
One day I will go crusading across the universe punching people in the face. The thing that pisses me off about these kinds of statements are that they are SO OBVIOUSLY untrue. You could tell that B&S are some of the least contrived/twee/pompous/obnoxious people in the music scene EVER within two lines of an interview or five minutes on their website. OR YOU KNOW, BY LISTENING TO THEIR MUSIC. It just shows that these fuckfaced vomitbags could not be bothered to do any research and are going around being fuckfaced and vomitbaggy based on some vague, random ass conception. I mean, he spelled the fucking name wrong! I hope his stomach gets eaten by fire ants. Fucking prick.
The lesson here is, DON'T MESS WITH CERTAIN THINGS IN FRONT OF ME.
