What I like about
Okkervil River’s music,
is its fragility.
The just-hatched vocals of frontman Will Sheff.
The tender mandolin strings and brushed marching drums.
Alack, tonight at The Scala, the mix is all wrong.
The mix is all middle. The mix is all muddy.
Tonight at The Scala, the okkervil river sounds silty.
It sounds clogged-up with driftwood.
Bogged-down by abandoned shopping-trolleys.
I’m forced to leave early. Long before the encore.
And that’s something I never do lightly.
Okkervil River @ MySpace
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