Post by blade on Feb 11, 2011 9:40:53 GMT
Source: www.thefugitivemotel.org.uk/?p=3117
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Sad Day For Puppets – Sorrow Sorrow (Haha Phonogram)
February 7th, 2011
5.0/6.0
Having branched out somewhat with their second LP Pale Silver and Shiny Gold, Blackeburg’s finest remind us all that they are still capable of producing jangly pop songs that light up a dull day.
Quickly revealing that the title is rather misleading, this is another joyful exclamation of youth, love and all that goes with it told in what by now should be a familiar style. Anna Eklund’s delightfully playful, innocent vocals once again team up with sister Annika for some luscious harmonies. Treble high guitar melodies pick away in the background and inch their way into the brain, and it all evokes memories of late childhood summer days as a growing drum build-up brings in the finale.
For a B-side, the band present a reworked version of Big Waves. A favourite when released as a double A-side in 2008, the new version sounds resplendent when given the Phil Spector treatment. It all combines to show how criminally underrated our Scandinavian friends are.
words: Steve Welch
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Source: www.musicsnobbery.com/
(New York-based music website)
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February 08, 2011 at 12:12 AM
I see your Pains of Being Pure at Heart and raise you Sad Day For Puppets. It makes you wonder what would make a puppet sad -- when nobody sticks a hand up your ass maybe?
The Swedish outfit continue with the exuberant songs about sadness and looking at the ground with their latest video, "Sorrow, Sorrow." Just one listen and you'll be hooked on the girlie-like vocals rubbing against the grinding guitars. If you've never heard of them, then you're in luck, my shoegazing friend. Their second album, Pale Silver & Shiny Gold, can be downloaded at your delivery service of choice. You can head over band camp to hear the full album stream if you need more assistance with your determination if they rock.
As far as I know, they haven't visited our shore. They have toured with MGMT in Sweden and with A Place to Bury Strangers in the U.K. I will be on the lookout.
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Source: www.clashmusic.com/feature/singles-round-up-february-7th
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Sad Day For Puppets – Sorrow, Sorrow
The continual stream of identikit indie pop from the States often makes it difficult to tell bands apart. Within seconds though, ‘Sorrow, Sorrow’ reveals Sad Day For Puppets. The old sweet / sour combination is in evidence, with the disconsolate lyrics buoyed by the most uplifting of melodies. Far from fashionable, the band’s songwriting sits midway between The Beach Boys and Teenage Fanclub, ending with a screech of feedback. Frayed at the edges, ‘Sorrow, Sorrow’ is all the more affecting for it.
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Source: drownedinsound.com/in_depth/4141964-this-weeks-singles--07-02-11
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Single of the Week!
Sad Day For Puppets - ‘Sorrow, Sorrow’ (Sonic Cathedral)
I will not lie, it is easy to become disheartened and not a little bored when you have been sent free records for heaps and ages and they still will insist on arriving at your house with words like ‘SORROW’ written on them - twice - in black, capped alphabets. And it’s not like Indie isn’t trying, it’s done its hair and it is wearing a nice winter coat that makes it look all handsome. ‘Hi, can I come in?’ it salvos - but you have the door on the chain; stubble-chopped Pop is in the dining room with its boots on the table, it is drinking Cinzano and eating all your peanuts one at a time, flicking them up in the air and catching them in its flushed and rashy mouth. ‘Do me a favour, love,’ it bellows from its perch, ‘Whajoowanna havvim rand ere fowar?’ And it would nearly be right - I mean, ‘SORROW, SORROW’ is a fine title when misery is your bedfellow, boss and brethren, but sometimes the world isn’t like that. Sometimes it is made from blindingly primary yellow roses and buttered white, hot toast for every - snatched - repast.
However - and how lucky for we - ‘Sorrow, Sorrow’ is not a wallow; it does not want to drag us through hedges leafed with torment, and it does not want to show us the first edition Camus it once bought in a Parisian back alleyway. Because even though it wants to sing us a song about trying and failing to get rid of its demons, it wants to make said song sound like angels; angels that are dipped in honey, the sort of honey that unlocks locks.
The door swings, Indie smiles. ‘Pop darling, I think it’s best if you go.’
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Text:
Sad Day For Puppets – Sorrow Sorrow (Haha Phonogram)
February 7th, 2011
5.0/6.0
Having branched out somewhat with their second LP Pale Silver and Shiny Gold, Blackeburg’s finest remind us all that they are still capable of producing jangly pop songs that light up a dull day.
Quickly revealing that the title is rather misleading, this is another joyful exclamation of youth, love and all that goes with it told in what by now should be a familiar style. Anna Eklund’s delightfully playful, innocent vocals once again team up with sister Annika for some luscious harmonies. Treble high guitar melodies pick away in the background and inch their way into the brain, and it all evokes memories of late childhood summer days as a growing drum build-up brings in the finale.
For a B-side, the band present a reworked version of Big Waves. A favourite when released as a double A-side in 2008, the new version sounds resplendent when given the Phil Spector treatment. It all combines to show how criminally underrated our Scandinavian friends are.
words: Steve Welch
********
Source: www.musicsnobbery.com/
(New York-based music website)
Text:
February 08, 2011 at 12:12 AM
I see your Pains of Being Pure at Heart and raise you Sad Day For Puppets. It makes you wonder what would make a puppet sad -- when nobody sticks a hand up your ass maybe?
The Swedish outfit continue with the exuberant songs about sadness and looking at the ground with their latest video, "Sorrow, Sorrow." Just one listen and you'll be hooked on the girlie-like vocals rubbing against the grinding guitars. If you've never heard of them, then you're in luck, my shoegazing friend. Their second album, Pale Silver & Shiny Gold, can be downloaded at your delivery service of choice. You can head over band camp to hear the full album stream if you need more assistance with your determination if they rock.
As far as I know, they haven't visited our shore. They have toured with MGMT in Sweden and with A Place to Bury Strangers in the U.K. I will be on the lookout.
********
Source: www.clashmusic.com/feature/singles-round-up-february-7th
Text:
Sad Day For Puppets – Sorrow, Sorrow
The continual stream of identikit indie pop from the States often makes it difficult to tell bands apart. Within seconds though, ‘Sorrow, Sorrow’ reveals Sad Day For Puppets. The old sweet / sour combination is in evidence, with the disconsolate lyrics buoyed by the most uplifting of melodies. Far from fashionable, the band’s songwriting sits midway between The Beach Boys and Teenage Fanclub, ending with a screech of feedback. Frayed at the edges, ‘Sorrow, Sorrow’ is all the more affecting for it.
********
Source: drownedinsound.com/in_depth/4141964-this-weeks-singles--07-02-11
Text:
Single of the Week!
Sad Day For Puppets - ‘Sorrow, Sorrow’ (Sonic Cathedral)
I will not lie, it is easy to become disheartened and not a little bored when you have been sent free records for heaps and ages and they still will insist on arriving at your house with words like ‘SORROW’ written on them - twice - in black, capped alphabets. And it’s not like Indie isn’t trying, it’s done its hair and it is wearing a nice winter coat that makes it look all handsome. ‘Hi, can I come in?’ it salvos - but you have the door on the chain; stubble-chopped Pop is in the dining room with its boots on the table, it is drinking Cinzano and eating all your peanuts one at a time, flicking them up in the air and catching them in its flushed and rashy mouth. ‘Do me a favour, love,’ it bellows from its perch, ‘Whajoowanna havvim rand ere fowar?’ And it would nearly be right - I mean, ‘SORROW, SORROW’ is a fine title when misery is your bedfellow, boss and brethren, but sometimes the world isn’t like that. Sometimes it is made from blindingly primary yellow roses and buttered white, hot toast for every - snatched - repast.
However - and how lucky for we - ‘Sorrow, Sorrow’ is not a wallow; it does not want to drag us through hedges leafed with torment, and it does not want to show us the first edition Camus it once bought in a Parisian back alleyway. Because even though it wants to sing us a song about trying and failing to get rid of its demons, it wants to make said song sound like angels; angels that are dipped in honey, the sort of honey that unlocks locks.
The door swings, Indie smiles. ‘Pop darling, I think it’s best if you go.’
********