
The mistakes pile up and skitter about on gravel driveways; the amount of space between houses is so… much. From the train to the houses to the next houses and the dogs yapping, it’s all so… much. If we learn truth, then what of the mistakes?
Yes, what do we believe in? The strength of will? Of the blood being forced through our veins? The mistakes themselves? No, we believe in the power of four “long” songs building and breaking like a cleared out plot of land. You see, they took down all of that forest before the housing bubble burst and now the trees gotta regrow. No money to build the made plans. This is New Bern, NC at its finest. This is Do Make Say Think at their finest. The pretty landscapes and the gritty downtrodden homes with decaying roofs, this is all so barren and filled at the same time. They built a new strip mall and none of it sells. None of it.
They built Other Truths out of the rust, the winter hymns, the landlords with untenable buildings on their hands and they created a masterpiece. As it happens, I am here as a testament to it all and I couldn’t be happier. The mistakes of our past can be balled into our artistic projects to be spit on and cried over but not before we really fall into line and listen. If we are all surviving to spite ourselves, at least we have this album as an artifact. Even the unclaimed South can be torn down to rebuild and even our fathers can breathe easier with Do Make Say Think as our mental hospital. They are the truth.
I’m not sure I know what you’ve said either but I know that I like this review.
Skitter. Excellent word. I think the review indirectly speaks to DMST’s music–I think I get it. More experimental reviews, please. It was quite enjoyable.
Thanks, duders.