Brought to you by McDreamy

A few weeks ago while I was drunk watching Grey’s Anatomy (I’m a sucker for melodrama since my pre-K days as a “Young and the Restless” follower). I happened upon a song by Emy Reynolds that I enjoyed, so I downloaded her EP. I completely forgot about it, which is one of the dangers of drunken iTunes purchasing.

After listening to the All Songs Considered podcast where Jonsi from Sigur Ros recommended a Billie Holliday song, I thought I should check out some lady singers, even if I wasn’t in Costa Rica eating dolphins. I stumbled upon the EP and gave it a listen. Then, I listened again.

I don’t want to write a review where I talk about the album being derivative of Pavement. I also will not be writing anything about Ms. Reynolds because she doesn’t have a wikipedia page and that is as much research as I’m willing to do. I like the EP because it’s sparse and I find her voice enchanting. I chose to post this cut because it has a xylophone, and everyone knows how much Sox Goldfarb hates the xylophone (see: Freelance Whales).

Sorry, I couldn’t upload the mp3 because it was too large. Or, because I’m an idiot.

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3 Responses to Brought to you by McDreamy

  1. material lives says:

    Since I generally consider not being able to upload MP3s David’s fault, I e-mail them to him to upload them.

    • David G says:

      Yes, it’s my fault that GoDaddy’s PHP settings won’t allow uploads greater than 8MBs. Also, I gave you an FTP account, slacker.

  2. David G says:

    For the record, I hate Freelance Whales because they are an abomination. I do, however, like them because they serve as pretty amazing Rob-Schneider-vs.-Roger-Ebert-level fodder for Pitchfork’s scorn:

    Freelance Whales’ Jacob Hyman’ addition to this legacy is… incorporating a watering can into his kit. I wouldn’t bring this up if everyone else didn’t– it’s the most oft-repeated factoid regarding Freelance Whales in all of their pre-release hype. But I’ll be damned if I could pinpoint that watering can on record. It’s basically a cutesy affectation without actual purpose, which isn’t a bad metaphor for the band itself.


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