It must be hard to be Conor Oberst, the man who is, for all intents and purposes, all that is "bright eyes" the band. The endless comparisons to Bob Dylan allow no room for screw up, while every note on every song is studied to indicate whether Conor is music's newest prophet. But Conor doesn't exactly make it easier for himself; he continues to release music that justifies the Dylan comparisons. From the beginning of the album, where we find him in Florida in the psychic community, Cassadega, to visiting Thailand in "Cleanse Song", Conor takes us on quite a journey. He's meticulous, and the effort put into every song is astounding. The album clearly shows a new direction when compared to his previous release "I'm wide awake, it's morning". His lyrics are, once again, literary in their breadth and depth. He warns of fame’s pitfalls in “Classic Cars” and foresees the apocalypse in “No one would riot for less”. He knows it’s a dark world, and we’ll find no exception here. But happiness is not in denying the pain but in living with it, defeating it or using it. Conor is clearly searching for something, and that ambivalence could not be timelier.
I would recommend this to a friend