Hump Day in Corporate Hell (Part 3)

just walked to the Pharmacy down the road for a protein bar.  That’s about the most exercise I’ve had all day.  Whoopee shit.  Anyway, the next album to review at my desk here for the remainder of the day is the self-titled album by Low Roar.

I knew absolutely nothing about this band other than it was the next full album offered by YouTube after the last Sigor Ros album.  But it does have an album cover showing a moose (deer, caribou, whatever…) who is, apparently, shooting birds out it’s mouth…so that’s pretty cool.  The poster of the video also hails the album as: “a response to the unknown; a vivid portrait of those life-altering moments stained with equal parts hope and melancholy”.  Umm, okay.  Whatever.

The album was released in 2011 by singer Ryan Karazija, after she moved from California to Reykjavík, Iceland.  The album chronicles the difficulty of acclimating to a foreign land, finding work, and supporting his family by writing a song each day, the results of which became this self-titled debut record.   It draws from ambient influences, especially on single, ‘Tonight, Tonight, Tonight‘, a sultry electro-washed song, recalling late 1990’s era Radiohead.  The tracks are all melancholic, arresting and desperate.  What’s even cooler than all this is that the album was recorded with nothing more than a laptop in Ryan’s kitchen, as a result of having a very low budget after moving.

After this album (not to mention the previous two), I’m likely going to need a defibrillator to kick start myself in order to get home.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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