up the hill and down

Oh, hello dear readers. It has been awhile, hasn’t it? Well let me tell you some­thing: it has. Yes, dear readers, I am a person and I get busy some­times like weasels in a briar patch run­ning from gaping mouths and turning teeth. From the ache of school work I am born anew or some­thing and I need to escape the work to have some sort of fun — this fun, of course, being reading and/or Res­i­dent Evil 4. I don’t like zom­bies, but I do like games with zom­bies in them (correlation?).

On to more impor­tant mat­ters — namely, Augie March. Their new disc, enti­tled Moo, You Bloody Choir, is out now in Aus­tralia. If you’ve heard 2002’s Strange Bird, well then good because it’s a good record and that’s great. Inspired by Saul Bellow’s fab­u­lous The Adven­tures of Augie March, Glenn Richards leads a wistful cast through dreamy pop and poetic verse, the com­bi­na­tion strangely fit­ting and absurdly non-absurd. Moo, You Bloody Choir (buy when avail­able) is four­teen tracks of magic-musing and sweet crooning, as standout song “Cold Acre,” will demon­strate. Also, mad props for using one of my favorite names of all time in a song title, re: “Mother Greer”. Greer, as a child­hood friend of mine, I hope to meet you again someday, if only. Check both out, my faith­fully obscure, and please be gentle.

Okay, ta ta fer now. I gotta go. It’s been a blast, really.