Fevers and Mirrors
I'd being lying if I said I wasn't waiting anxiously for this record to arrive. I was completely floored upon hearing Bright Eyes last EP and I couldn't wait for more songs from Conor Oberst and Bright Eyes. I still think Conor looks like a modern day David Cassidy, but unlike that Partridge kid, Conor can write one hell of a song. The more I listen to this record there definitely seems to be a concept record feel to it, but it's not overtly direct. To me that's always been the strength of Bright Eyes, they are quite and loud at the same time but they maintain a vague sensibility to them. Conor can grab your attention with both a whisper or a scream and his voice holds you tight until the album's climax. Bright Eyes' music is almost confessional, and at times you feel a bit guilty for listening to such sordid and personal lyrics, but you wouldn't dare turn it off. I don't think I'll ever turn this off.