I’m Like a Virgin
Losing a Child
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Reviewed by Red Rocker
Hull is a shoegazer, pure and simple. He’s written a debut album full of self-loathing, pain-rich, alter-ego “look at me, world, I’m grieving” pseudo-problems that most people couldn’t and wouldn’t want to relate to even if their own kid were the one doing the grieving. This stuff’s been done before, too, most recently by the more accomplished likes of Death Cab For Cutie and Conor Oberst, to name just a couple. This stuff is depressing, slow, lethargic, and, by all means, uninteresting. It sure doesn’t rock. It doesn’t provoke or stimulate or remotely engage the listener. It’s just the bitter, confused ramblings of misguided and pissed-off kids – the kind I hope are never alone in a dark parking lot with my daughters.
Songs such as “Where Have You Been?” and the noose-tightening “I Can Feel Your Pain” make me wonder what part of Atlanta these kids are hanging out in to not be able to find something to be happy about. I, for one, have always found their adopted hometown to be rowdy and full of young life. Not so to hear it through Hull’s tales of pain, stress, unknowing, and wrecked hopes, however. And what’s with that album title? Man, I can’t even continue this review without wanting to medicate myself to the point of not waking up tomorrow. Whew. Life must really be tough, fellas, at the ripe old age of 19. Even Morrissey owned a Def Leppard album or two, didn’t he?