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Ezra Furman, The Year of No Returning
(Bar None Records)

By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



The alien cockroach-monsters tasked with cataloging our doomed planet’s cultural devolution will throw this in the pile between Wilco and Bob Dylan along with a note that reads “See also: ‘Goldthwaite, Bobcat.’” This is the first of two albums being excreted by the Harpoons leader in 2013 (Day of the Dog is due out Oct. 8), so it’s obvious he’s got lots to get off his chest, but is all of this stuff as tragic and deep as some folks are finding it to be? I can’t bring myself to think so. He’s an interesting lyricist, painting everything in bold statements (“I’m a Jew through and through, and now I’m about to write you a bible”), but in a way it’s like listening to a shock-jock poetically oversharing on random injustices and personal disappointments. Mind, I’ve written this after only one date with the LP; if there are hidden epiphanic solutions to mankind’s shortcomings in here, I didn’t catch them. What I did hear, though, was some nice, streamlined, no-BS indie that often evokes Neil Young or John Lennon doing a sort of almost steampunk-folk, and meanwhile, whether or not the lyrics are just utter dada, at least they’re unmistakably in-your-face. A- Eric W. Saeger





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