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| | Fevers and Mirrors | | | Music Artist : | | Bright Eyes | | Music Style : | | General | | Record Label : | | Saddle Creek | | Release Date : | | 2000-05-30 | | Store Price : | | $11.98 | | Artistopia's Price: $10.99 | | Usually ships in 24 hours | | |
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CD Tracks/Songs
Disc 11. Spindle, A Darkness, A Fever, And a Necklace
2. Scale, a Mirror, and Those Indifferent Clocks
3. Calendar Hung Itself...
4. Something Vague
5. Movement of a Hand
6. Arienette
7. When the Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass
8. Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh
9. Center of the World
10. Sunrise, Sunset
11. Attempt to Tip the Scales
12. Song to Pass the Time
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Customer Reviews of This Album/CD |
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 this band is going nowhere, but on an emo cry myself fest
Submitted on: 2009-10-30 |
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| i liked one song on this whole album, my ex boyfriend recommended it to me, but it sucks. whiney poem like lyrics lacking a chorus from conor oberst, as for the drumming and guitars playing it has this depressing sound that's makes even the most lighhearted subject sound full of sadness caused by nothing more than inexperience with the world. |
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 The Young and the Artless
Submitted on: 2007-09-11 |
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It would be nearly impossible to mention a Bright Eyes record (especially early ones) without mentioning how young Conor Oberst is. And he's lucky to be so young so that he can be forgiven for his pretensions. People must have been throwing the label "genius" around so much in the late 90s that he believed the hype. Almost nothing on Fevers and Mirrors is worthy of all the indiscriminate gushing. This is a sub-par indie/alt/folk/rock record that pretends to know the answer to great mysteries and thinks it's haunting and beautiful when it's really mostly turgid and uninspired, with vocals more often wavering and unaffecting than soulful and impassioned. Oberst is earnest enough, saving him from some modicum of embarrassment, but at this time he delivers artless and inelegant ruminations on subjects that inexperience and youth can't deal with. The way he arranges and crafts the language proves two things: he's ambitious enough to emerge in a few years as a worthy performer and artist and that enlightenment doesn't often come easily for the gifted. It's a display of overwrought affection; he falls in love with every word that escapes his lips and judging by the quality of his vocal expression, he wants to suck each syllable right back to taste their store-bought nectar.
It opens with an unnecessary recording of a child's voice. Near the end is a mock interview with Oberst (or an impersonator). The listener's stomach rolls along with his eyes. In between is a rollercoaster of quality with far more freefalls than soaring climbs. It's saved (well, almost) by rare good tracks like "The Calendar That Hung Itself" and "Haligh, Haligh, a Lie, Haligh." That these small moments of redemption can seep through the bog is nothing short of miraculous. Honesty can't even flourish in this place; its overrun by too many borrowed "weeds." I fell back on this after being rather impressed by his two simultaneous 2005 releases. It seems that age is the ultimate antidote for naivety. The Oberst of 2000 merely showed a few sparkles of promise twinkling in a great grey sea of ichor; in five years he'll be almost deserving of the virtual deification. It's not dreck, but it's the sort of beast that gets attention simply for being. No one should anoint a prodigy until the worth is measured and then finally achieved.
Best cuts: "The Calendar Hung Itself," "Haligh, Haligh, a Lie, Haligh," "Sunrise, Sunset," "Something Vague," "The Center of the World" |
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 Give it some time
Submitted on: 2007-01-27 |
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When i first heard Bright Eyes i actually considered their music to be some of the worst i'd ever heard. I hated it, but my friend kept ranting on about how talented Conor Oberst is and how moving his music, so i went out on a limb and bought an album (Lifted, or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground). I somehow feel in love after the first listen. Everything my friend had told me was true and i was forced to admit to the fact that she was right and i was wrong.
After that I found anything and everything i could by them and I can asure you that this is the best single collection of Bright Eyes songs ever written. I admit, this album is challenging, but just take the oppurtunity to sit back and listen to what Conor has to say and I guarantee that even if you don't appreciate the music you will appreciate the brilliance of this young man. Bright Eyes is one of the very few great voices of today's young America. |
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You've lost what you love, in that mess of details...
Submitted on: 2007-01-20 |
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Comparing Oberst's music to Dylan's is very unfair. Unfair to Oberst, that is, whose music exceeds that of Dylan in both ambition, and execution. This album is certainly Dylanesque, as it follows Dylan's tradition of redefining folk music as an attempt to lyrically highlight problematic trends in human behavior, and their impact upon the identity of the individual. But where Dylan attempts this mostly through intentionally precious lyrics soaked in beatnik sentimentality, Oberst willingly explicates many of his own anecdotes, allowing the subtlety in his music to dwell within its style rather than lyrical ambiguity. Many of his songs contain five or six poignant lines, any of which could be the product of a whole evening of discussion between friends, and their philosophies on life. Like Coleridge did with his conversation poems, in this album, Oberst addresses the listener with a friendly, pensive sincerity, combing over his experiences and reactions to them in search of some greater conclusion about how human behavior, and society's values, can be improved.
If you're impatient with friends who attempt to engage you in deep discussion, you probably won't like this album. If you're only impressed by music that is dogmatically hip, these songs probably won't do much for you. And if you think that you have everything figured out, concerning how relationships should be formed and how people should communicate, and other perspectives simply irritate you, then you'll especially dislike this. But if you generally like literature at its most idealistic and meaningful, then you will find that this is such literature, in song format, and you should eat it up. I also highly recommend the album, "I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning," by the same artist. |
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 Promising
Submitted on: 2006-11-03 |
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| A beautiful collection of songs that hints broadly at the amazing albums to come...Standout songs include The Calender Hung Itself and Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh. |
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