Snow Tires
Download links and information about Snow Tires by Unbunny. This album was released in 2004 and it belongs to Rock, Pop, Alternative genres. It contains 9 tracks with total duration of 27:43 minutes.
Artist: | Unbunny |
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Release date: | 2004 |
Genre: | Rock, Pop, Alternative |
Tracks: | 9 |
Duration: | 27:43 |
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Tracks
[Edit]No. | Title | Length |
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1. | Casserole | 3:12 |
2. | Nightwalking | 2:40 |
3. | I Leave Stones Unturned | 2:21 |
4. | Nothing Comes to Rest | 3:01 |
5. | I Knock Things I Haven't Tried | 3:04 |
6. | FM | 3:09 |
7. | Certain Light | 3:11 |
8. | Pink Lemonade | 4:24 |
9. | Snow Tires | 2:41 |
Details
[Edit]Indie pop survivor Jarid del Dio finally secures solid label representation with Parasol's release of Snow Tires, his fifth album under various monikers and incarnations. Neutral Milk Hotel is still a big influence here, as del Dio's songs dawdle and coalesce with a similar disregard for structure, but with an uncanny knack for plaintive melodies and weirdly insightful turns of phrase. "All over town," he begins on "Casserole," "The flat-chested trailer brides/Their braces and bottle caps jangle like tambourines." And we can see del Dio wandering through the connecting yards and hanging laundry, dragging his white elephant of a failed relationship on a long fraying leash. "I Leave Stones Unturned" is a sparkly, bittersweet pop song driven by scratchy electric guitar, warm electric piano, and Roy Ewing's punchy drums. Its chorus is reprised offhandedly at the start of "I Knock Things I Haven't Tried," a quieter number guided by acoustic guitar, subtle synths, and what sounds like a sample of air brakes on a city bus. It's another side to the same argument, like the whispers after the screams. Maybe its del Dio's warbly, Neil Young-as-whiny-barista vocal, but Unbunny can at times suggest a sparer version of Mercury Rev, or even Modest Mouse. There's a similar sense of a psychological struggle twisting behind the tossed-off phrases and pop culture pipe bombs; the music is quieter, but informed with those same qualities of squinty indie pop. The gentle "FM" is a big, big standout, beginning with a kid's chorus harmonizing like a Lilliputian version of the Polyphonic Spree, and "Pink Lemonade" really plays up that Neil Young-ness, offering dusty acoustic strums and shuffling drums tickled by twangy guitar fuzz. Fans of smart stuff like Elf Power and Clem Snide, take note.