(Almost Ready) You can’t know every
band, and I have to admit I never really get a grip on what Big Dipper were all
about, knowing a few songs from college radio, but never buying their records.
Listening to this new album of high sheen, flawless ethereal power pop doesn’t
exactly make me regret this path, but I guarantee that I’ll pick up “Crap” next
time I see it in a used bin – I always liked that cover. All the songs here are
pretty good, but an ode to a guitar named Desire and an ode to cancer, and an
ode to the father of the heroine of Chitty
Chitty Bang Bang are all stellar.
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