Just a week ago, we raved about the new Mikal Cronin album, MCII. So why do we feel the need to post on it again?
Because it is torturing us. We wake up in the middle of the night with “Am I Right?” blaring on our subconscious jukebox. We take a shower in the morning and “See It My Way” spontaneously jumps out from under the soapdish.
We can’t get enough of that psychedelic cello interlude in “Change.” We start saying to ourselves, well, the last few songs aren’t as good as the first four. And then start humming along to “Turn Away” like its Mikal’s next hit single!
We try playing other music — hey, the new White Fence is a change of sound, right? — but our ear buds threaten to be our ear former-friends, unless we play Mikal Cronin.
Look, we said it was a good album. Did we know it could grow on us like kudzu, like Necrotizing fasciitis, like a runaway metaphor?
We told you we thought he was great. Did we tell you that this album has entered our consciousness on an equal footing with Ty Segall’s Twins? We need relief! You need to buy MCII. But only if you sleep soundly and don’t listen to songs hiding under your soapdish.