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There's No Love In This War

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Download links and information about There's No Love In This War by Gunshy. This album was released in 2007 and it belongs to Rock, Folk Rock, Alternative, Songwriter/Lyricist, Psychedelic genres. It contains 17 tracks with total duration of 51:06 minutes.

Artist: Gunshy
Release date: 2007
Genre: Rock, Folk Rock, Alternative, Songwriter/Lyricist, Psychedelic
Tracks: 17
Duration: 51:06
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No. Title Length
1. May 14, 1943: The Khaki-Whacky Girls 3:04
2. August 13, 1943: Eddie Was a Good Friend of Mine 2:55
3. August 27, 1943: A Fortunate Man 1:41
4. October 28, 1943: Jule I'm Not Ready to Die 2:08
5. December 18, 1943 3:35
6. December 26, 1943: Humphrey Bogart & His Lady 4:59
7. June 1, 1944: Instruments of Modern Man 3:19
8. June 11, 1944: Pretty In the Red & White Dress 3:10
9. June 22, 1944: Standing Outside the Royal Opera House 1:09
10. July 3, 1944: I Shot a Man 4:05
11. September 5, 1944: Armchair Advisors 2:32
12. November 14, 1944 2:35
13. March 7, 1945: There's No Love In This War 3:25
14. September 5, 1945: Let Them Dance 4:27
15. September 6, 1945: Til My Belly Hangs Over My Belt 2:40
16. September 30, 1945: A Soldier's Blues 2:19
17. October 11, 1945: Tell Them That I Said Hello 3:03

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There's No Love in This War, the fourth album by Matt Arbogast, aka the Gunshy, arrived out of place and out of time, perhaps deliberately so. The songs are taken chronologically from the 17 letters Arbogast's grandfather Paul wrote his fiancée, Julia, from the European front during WWII. In 2005, the album would have slotted beautifully into the festivities commemorating the 60th anniversary of that war's end, and acclaimed as a fitting tribute to the heroism and sacrifices of the Greatest Generation. In 2007, however, it took on a far more nuanced portrait, darkly echoing against the modern canvas of Iraq and Afghanistan. Paul Arbogast comes across as an everyman: smart enough, but not well educated, with an independent streak willingly forsaken for the good of his country; a good soldier, but not above occasionally questioning and grumbling; and a living example of still waters running deep. The sparse and mostly acoustic music, with a few rocking exceptions, provides unobtrusive backdrops to Arbogast's myriad details of daily existence, declarations of devotion to his wife-to-be, and introspective musings about life and death, with hope for the future a near constant refrain. The lyrics are terse, his grandson's delivery nearly strangled at times, but it's strongly effecting nonetheless. Listeners will find their own modern echoes, from Arbogast's friend's suicide reflecting the Pentagon's announcement that suicides have reached a 27-year high, to the interminable waiting to get home, to the vengeful killing of two men (whether prisoners, injured soldiers, or hapless enemy civilians is unclear). War is hell, states the threadbare adage, and by extension, regardless of the justness of one's cause. No album drives home that point better than this.