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Maximilian Eubanks - Standby |
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Written by Andy
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Monday, 29 June 2009 |
 I've been dreading this review for a while now. Not because I don't know what to say about it, but because of WHAT I need to say about it. Sorry, Max. This is not the album for me. I've been listening to STANDBY for quite some time now, trying to find something about it that sets it apart from all the other singer/songwriter acoustic musicians, but really there's nothing here that amazes me. There's no fire being lit under my ass to shout to the world HEY BASTARDS! YOU NEED TO OWN THIS ALBUM!
For a short while, I thought maybe it was the setting that I was in when listening to Standby. I thought to myself MAYBE IF I GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND LISTEN TO THE ALBUM I WILL LIKE IT MORE. So, from there I set out on an adventure to find a place that will make this album alright. I took it to the local train station and sat down with my portable CD player and headphones. Nope. Still don't like it. Next, I went over to the local museum to watch oily paintings dry and listen to Standby. Still nothing. Dog park? Nope. Ice cream shops, drug stores, and prostitute hang outs. Nothing.
I took it on a boat. I heard it near a goat.
I shuffled the songs while on my feet.
I blasted the album on repeat.
I snuck it in to the grocery store.
I played it until I could take no more.
I took it to a dance.
I made love near it in advance.
I stripped it of all it's clothes.
I took it for a sandwich at Moes.
I do not like your album, Eubanks. If people ask me about STANDBY I'll say NO THANKS.
So, like I said, I listened to this album over and over again trying to figure out the right way to say that I was not impressed with STANDBY. Of course, I could be full of shit and don't know what I'm talking about. If you want to not believe me, then by all means check out Maximilian's album here.
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Last Updated ( Sunday, 28 June 2009 )
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