November 27, 2002
My Morning Jacket : Sweatbees EP
Warning to readers of a non-soppy disposition: this record will make you want to hug puppies...
Warning to readers of a non-soppy disposition: this record will make you want to hug puppies. It’ll have you gazing whistfully into clear blue skies and dusting off your Golden Years box set. From the lonesome side of Louisville, Kentucky, via a large bucket of syrup, My Morning Jacket beat Red House Painters’ brand of sepia-tinted misery with the optimistic stick to produce a record as warm and wonderful as slow, loving, sensual sex with Lambchop, if Lambchop looked like the Nolan Sisters circa 1976.
Singer Jim James has a voice made of tumbleweed and cloud juice, frail and vulnerable yet soaring beautifically over a landscape of mournful xylophones and tender, waltzing guitars. Blub. Now if you’ll excuse us, NME is off to phone its mum, just to hear her voice, y’know…
Mark Beaumont
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