Fevers and Mirrors
5/29/2000 | Skyskraper | Album Review
We're all hoping that this band got it's name from the Shirley Temple film. Except for the drink, she is hardly ever referenced or discussed these days. She was the first girl I ever had a crush on, to this is important. It would also speak slightly to their third album, decorated with that childhood bedroom wallpaper that triggers deją vu every couple of years, and which opens with a recording of a young boy reading a story. There's also a mellotron in "Movement of a Hand" that recalls the Doogie Howser, M.D. song. The music generally exudes this sort of youthfulness, though implicitly, and genuinely. The energy of Conor Oberst's fetchingly flawed voice points to Elliot Smith, Isaac Brock and Lou Barlow. He pulsates with quivers and growls and winces, like a young animal adjusting to life outside the womb. It's as if an emo singer from 1993 accidentally entered the recording session of The Notorious Byrd Brothers. The music embraces the Sixties version of Baroque, Country and Eastern European Folk-isms, but still maintains a foot in the burgeoning movement of today's exciting world of electronics. The songs feel ageless, as if these choruses always existed. Very good, but it makes me miss the Sixties, a sentiment, I'm sure, shared by many others who hadn't been born yet.