The Long Winters: Putting the Days to Bed | one times one
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OTO Rating: 7/10

      This third album from minor indie renowns The Long Winters narrowly strikes the space between “mellow” and “relaxed.” Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Track listing: 01 Pushover 02 Fire Island, AK 03 Teaspoon 04 Hindsight 05 Sky Is Open 06 Honest 07 Clouds 08 Rich Wife 09 Ultimatum 10 (It’s a) Departure 11 Seven

      In fact, this makes for a perfect summer CD, full of sweet melodies and balmy instrumentation. Lead man John Roderick delivers like the frontman of the Counting Crows or a less urgent Michael Stipe, all the while preaching clever-ish lyrics about making mistakes and regretting them- although a line like “Are you training for the big race, by hoping the runners will die” only comes along once in a long time.

      The amiable indie-pop aesthetic hits its best at “Hindsight,” with its yearning, disconsolate vocals, and “Pushover,” a stirring piece with an inescapable hook. And there’s “Honest,” wherein Roderick sounds eerily like a Soft Bulletin-era Wayne Coyne.

      But there’s still an absence of fire –despite being lyrically moving, the sound is akin to a gentle wave: it’s pleasant enough, but a few jostles might be nice.

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