STILL SINGLE

A space for thoughts on music and culture, as written by Doug Mosurock and a select handful of individuals. This is intended as a supplement to our regular feature Still Single, published on Dusted Magazine. Updates will run here more frequently, and may feature writing on music not covered in the column. Compact discs are still not accepted for review -- we have more than enough vinyl and the occasional cassette to worry about.

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August 28, 2009

Coach Fingers – One Jack Shy of a Cycle LP (Black Dirt)

Coach Fingers LP

Once again, a band’s name or cover art erects an impenetrable barrier, forever separating listeners with good taste from whatever constitutes the music, good or bad. I always stop to give serious consideration to the following: If a band settles on a wildly unsavory presentation – moniker, art, or both – it’s a safe wager that the music is going to follow suit. This time, it’s cover art. Spoofing a swinger/exotica/retro-robot cocktail menu with song titles in place of the actual drink names, this was the collective conclusion reached amongst the members of Coach Fingers. More than one literate adult that, more than likely, lives outside of the prison system pushed for the album art described above. Think about it: I had to review this; therefore I’m going to be the only person in the world that has actually heard this record. Wow, that’s a lot of unneeded pressure, because this band, when they’re not stroking hemp necklaces with back-hatter’s delight jam-tastic wacky-pop or hopping in bed with some Nu-Grass or dirtied-up Nickel Creek bullshit, can knock out a nice piece of mood-pop…and exactly ONE excellent piece of instrumental ambience (not minimal at all…a head-sticker). That’s not all, really, as they are quite adept at college-quirkiness. Roll everything into one confused release, and we get the future house band for all Bonnaroo promotional gimmicks. So the “cover art has nothing to do with the music” types get a point on the surface with this one, though terminally misguided when all is said and done (as always). 500 copies, silkscreened sleeve. (http://www.blackdirtmusic.com)
(Andrew Earles)

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