Black Sheep of Omaha.
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Many people write off Saddle Creek Records, and by extension, Omaha, upon first hearing Bright Eyes. (A great many more dig deeper and discover the cities scenes many many talents, but go with me here...) Something about Mr. Oberst's tortured crooning, and the similarity of many of his labelmates drives many to write off the Omaha scene as monotonous, whiny, boring, and otherwise lame. Many of these people manage to miss The Faint. Following up on the news that on September 14, The Faint will be releasing a new album entitled Wet From Birth, completing the apparent trilogy of Blank-Wave Arcade, an album about sex, and Danse Macabre, an album about death, it seemed an appropriate occasion to post a pair of tracks from the back catalog, to prime the pump.
The Faint - Worked Up So Sexual - A story of sex, exploitation, ambition, need, and corruption, this is the highlight of the Faint's debut. Showing off their trademark dark, danceable sound, not quite heavy enough to be industrial, not quite poppy enough to be synth pop, the track is propelled by a bass and keyboard riff that makes for a great song.
The Faint - Agenda Suicide - But this, the lead track of Danse Macabre is where The Faint started to hit their stride. Skittering drumbeats and basslines, baroque organs, just enough bleeps to create a semblance of melody, and lyrics that would fit in the pages of any self respecting teenage goths journal - but delivered with just enough panache to avoid dragging the song down into a morass of complaining about commericialism and drone workers. I love listening to this song commuting my way along the highway without much traffic, knowing it's only a matter of time before the pileon. It seems to fit.
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