Impeccable Blahs
Download links and information about Impeccable Blahs by Say Hi To Your Mom. This album was released in 2006 and it belongs to Rock, Indie Rock, Pop, Alternative genres. It contains 10 tracks with total duration of 43:01 minutes.
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| Artist: | Say Hi To Your Mom |
| Release date: | 2006 |
| Genre: | Rock, Indie Rock, Pop, Alternative |
| Tracks: | 10 |
| Duration: | 43:01 |
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Tracks
[Edit]| No. | Title | Length |
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| 1. | These Fangs | 3:14 |
| 2. | Snowcones and Puppies | 4:24 |
| 3. | Blah Blah Blah | 3:26 |
| 4. | Sad, But Endearingly So | 4:14 |
| 5. | She Just Happens to Date the Prince of Darkness | 6:56 |
| 6. | Prefers Unhappy Endings | 4:06 |
| 7. | Angels and Darlas | 3:32 |
| 8. | Not As Goth As They Say We Are | 4:42 |
| 9. | Sweet Sweet Heartkiller | 3:18 |
| 10. | The Reigning Champ of the Teething Crowd | 5:09 |
Details
[Edit]New York indie rocker Say Hi to Your Mom's (aka singer/songwriter Eric Elbogen) fourth record since 2002's Discosadness is pink, ten songs long, and all about "everyday vampires." Impeccable Blahs, a bass-heavy, melody rich collection of home recorded goth rock/Magnetic Fields-infused electronic indie pop is as sweet as it is spooky, relying on Elbogen's soft and sinister voice to twist tongue-in-cheek lines like "Most days these fangs are inside someone, so you can't see them when I smile" into "come hither" invitations to eternal darkness. The addition of drummer Chris Egan III (The World Without Magic) and keyboard player Jeff Sheinkopf (Sea Ray) lifts Impeccable Blahs out of the occasionally murky abyss of bedroom recording with precision work on standout cuts like "Not as Goth as They Say We Are" and "Angels and Darlas," but it's Elbogen's heartfelt rendering of these Princes of Darkness into blue collar bloodsuckers, "not creepy, goth vampires but rather people just like you and me who happen to get their nourishment from drinking blood," that keeps Blahs from succumbing to pasty hipster irony.