There’s a certain kind of person who is able to enjoy a band/artist
like Restaurnaut (definitely [sic]),
but I am not that kind of person. In fact, I could barely get beyond track 1
before this thing bore into my skull like an unwanted parasite. The press
describes Restaurnaut as “an indie
jug band as it revels in playing a unique, hodge podge brand of bedroom pop
that is as infectious as it is adventurous. With a ukulele, a drum machine,
layers of vocals and touches of keyboard, Restaurnaut's Nick Dolezal creates a
brand of lo-fi bedroom pop that has a folk ting at times.” Yeah, I like the
sound of that OK – an indie jug band! I wish it were that simple. It’s just
that the vocals are mixed so high
that every little nuance and flaw is magnified so greatly that it’s impossible
for me to enjoy. I do warn, this comes from a person who would rather not read
lyrics – lyrics and vocals ruin a song far easier than instrumentation or
recording technique. Best leave ’em cloaked in something, mix ’em down, or get
rid of ’em altogether.
I did not like this tape. Doesn’t mean it’s not for you, you fan of “Furniture Huschle, Half Handed Cloud,
and Charlie McAlister,” you. (Quote from press materials.)
--Ryan Masteller
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