I'd never been much of a BSS fan. My brother-in-law introduced me to the band back in '05, so I picked up their self-titled double-disc album
While they still have jam-band tendencies, it never seems self-indulgent or over-fanciful (as one critic claims). In fact, some of the instrumental songs are downright awesome (esp. "Meet Me in the Basement"). As its opening and closing track show, BSS doesn't shy away from grandiose compositions (and long fade-ins), best illustrated by the record's intro track, "World Sick" (am I allowed to bob my head to a song set in "a minefield of wounded affection"?).
The sound of FRR is all over the map, but that isn't to say that it's disjointed; far from it, in fact. I didn't blink twice when the electronic beats and sexy female vocals of "All to All" gave way to the guitar-cum-horns sound of "Art House Director." BSS weaves the different sounds together in near-seamless fashion -- you can tell these guys are pros.
BSS has always had provocative lyrics (and provocative song titles), and FRR is no different, most notably apparent on "Texico Bitches." My personal favorite track is "Art House Director" (though I can't decide of the song is a satire or critique of art-infused films, film making, and/or celebrity culture):
Grade: A
Blurb: For me, this is their best album and it might be my surprise of the year.
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