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AW 139CD
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"Kyle Sowash has had it. I mean, he's not alone. Things are getting tough out there. People are on these streets selling their Built to Spill records just to make rent. It's not okay. Start Making Sense is an appeal to sanity for all dads and phantom dads. A celebration of the tired and a strong cry for another beer. In case of emergency, raise glass. We've come so far from simply filing things under 'what's important' and 'what's not;' on this record, Sowash deals with fragile men, Cleveland football and justice for classic rock drummers. That coffee-colored telecaster still gets beat to hell, just for the healing. Look at the guitar up close if you can. Or just listen closer. The band is locked in. La Russo bumps. You could marinate meat in Hemminger's tone. Bandman has arms like a government clock. There's a universal yuck on us. You wake up to a world advancing and aging and cracking apart. Put this record on, man. Start Making Sense is a modern life survival kit, replete with horn arrangements and hot dog hooks. You're gonna be okay. Or you're gonna get the dishes done, at the very least. Turn it around, my guy. Start making sense." --Lee Keeler
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AW 139LP
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LP version. "Kyle Sowash has had it. I mean, he's not alone. Things are getting tough out there. People are on these streets selling their Built to Spill records just to make rent. It's not okay. Start Making Sense is an appeal to sanity for all dads and phantom dads. A celebration of the tired and a strong cry for another beer. In case of emergency, raise glass. We've come so far from simply filing things under 'what's important' and 'what's not;' on this record, Sowash deals with fragile men, Cleveland football and justice for classic rock drummers. That coffee-colored telecaster still gets beat to hell, just for the healing. Look at the guitar up close if you can. Or just listen closer. The band is locked in. La Russo bumps. You could marinate meat in Hemminger's tone. Bandman has arms like a government clock. There's a universal yuck on us. You wake up to a world advancing and aging and cracking apart. Put this record on, man. Start Making Sense is a modern life survival kit, replete with horn arrangements and hot dog hooks. You're gonna be okay. Or you're gonna get the dishes done, at the very least. Turn it around, my guy. Start making sense." --Lee Keeler
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