Surprise: Nanu, so a high-handed and pretentious album title really does not fit but now to the retracted cynics from Middle of Nowhere, Nebraska. Elucidation offer but the beautiful artwork that is designed as artistically valuable calendar one year, and the title track: "I'd play for her some songs I wrote / She'd joke and say I'm shooting through the roof / I say They 're all for you, dear / I'll write the album of the year ". Okay, relationship's that word again. In twelve album miniatures Tim Kasher traces the career of a great love, of "First Time That I met her" to "Two years this month since the night we last spoke." And just as it did in "The Ugly Organ", that incredible masterpiece that Tim has created Cursive, color self-doubt, insecurity, mistrust, alcohol, self-loathing, cynicism and frustration every pink clouds deep, dark and Tim Kasher year seems half of autumn - and the other half to be made of the winter months. Only while Cursive shoot out their frustrations in explosive rhythmic tirades, The Good Life proceed musically clearly cautious. Only "Notes In His Pockets" and "Lovers Need Lawyers" go forward a bit, the rest of the songs are gentle, acoustic guitar dominated intimate song gems in Moll. Tims lyrics tell again so mercilessly honest and authentic about him (and "they"), that you feel that experience everything personally with and sometimes even a little ashamed of voyeurism. No doubt anyone here making music for music and the sewers of emotions will. The beautiful and todtraurige "October Leaves" is a showpiece, which deals with the cold, which is as if the relationship goes on but love is long gone. Musically here are associations with The Cure awake, especially Tims voice anyway sometimes reminiscent of Robert Smith. Utmost respect due next songwriter Kasher producer Mike Mogis, the songs missed a giant instruments a finishing touch, the always makes himself the almost ten-minute "Inmates" varied and easy to consume, and they still take the reduced-acoustic character at any point. The "Album Of The Year" is an album that reveals itself slowly, but now accompanied me for almost a month every day and it grows and grows. An album to ever-re-listen, for feasting in heartbreak, longing and bitterness, an album full of great little melodies, an album for the fall, winter, for melancholy, for those who suffer from love. And all those who have a heart for softly played and simply well-crafted, honest music. And perhaps the album title is yes but not that presumptuous ... four points with asterisks because "The Ugy organ" can no longer be achieved.
