- Audio CD (Feb. 16 1999)
- Number of Discs: 1
- Label: Bar/None
- ASIN: B00000I0FP
- Other Editions: Audio CD
- Average Customer Review: 4.7 out of 5 stars See all reviews (12 customer reviews)
- Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #79,122 in Music (See Top 100 in Music)
|1. Old Familiar Way|
|2. Fun Loving Nun|
|3. Tulip Barco|
|4. Jaques Lamure|
|5. The March Of The Gay Parade|
|6. Neat Little Domestic Life|
|7. A Collection Of Poems About Water|
|8. Y The Quale And Vaguely Bird Noisily Enjoying Their Forbidden Tryst|
|9. I'd Be A Yellow Feathered Loon|
|10. The Autobiographical Grandpa|
|11. The Miniature Philosopher|
|12. My Friend Will Be Me|
|13. My Favorite Boxer|
|14. Advice From A Divorced Gentlemen To His Bachelor Friend Considering Marriage|
|15. A Man's Life Flashing Before His Eyes While He And His Wife Drive Off A Cliff Into The Ocean|
|16. Nickee Coco And the Invisible Tree|
This album isn't for everyone, it definitely has a children story like quality in many places, but don't let it bother you. If you can learn to get to used to such a theme, it'll make you appreciate this musical masterpiece even more.
Anyway, be glad that you are one of the few that cares enough to discover this record. Is it odd? you bet. Quirky, weird, psychedelic. Probably. Cute? No. That does it a disservice. It is a brillinatly conceived song-cycle of character sketches. The characters are, of course, an eccentric lot. A guy obsessed with a certain mean boxer, a widower with his "dogs for friends" awaiting death, a French firemen pining for heroism, an ecstatic dude waxing poetic about mowing the lawn while his wife knits. While the vocals approach giddy and cartoonish, the songs themselves can range for hilarious to rather disturbing--- often with one turn-of-phrase. There is indeed a intangible saddness looming over this private world, despite the Crayola surroundings.
The sound of the record is fascinating. The best thing about bands like Of Montreal, Olivia Tremor Control, etc. is that they know exactly the sonic landscape they wish to create and accomplish it with minimalist recording technology. The result is a sonic juggernaut of an album that sounds at once high-concept and low-fidelity... hiss, tape saturation, drops-outs--- all part of the sound. And it's damn near brilliant. Horns, tape manipulations, choirs of mice, saws, kazoos, plastic guitars--- many of the instruments barely in tune.
To my ear, it sounds like a benediction.
At the end of the record Kevin Barnes advises his listeners that they now know the way into the world of "The Gay Parade" and can return any time they like.... Can't I just set up camp and *stay*, Kev?