Is there really a subgenre called Sad Indie. I guess there must be because I saw a Playlist entitled that on Spotify late last night. I guess it was a way of thinking given brth to by the likes of Syd Barrett, Arthur Lee and Gene Clark at some undocumented summit in 1967.
Carried onwards by Gram Parsons and Alex Chilton in the Seventies. Meanwhile Laura Nyro and Judee Sills pitched in with some lachrymose spoonfuls of salty tears of their own showing sisters could do self pity for themselves. Crouching on their own two knees.
Fast Forward. Michael Stipe. Morrissey, Kurt Cobain, Jeff Buckley. Mark Kozelek. Mark Linxous..Elliot Smith. Stuart Murdoch. Sufjan Stevens. Adrianne Lenker. Which brings us finally to Another Michael. deep into the third paragraph. And their latest glum opus. Pick Me Up, Turn Me Upsde Down.
It's a record which chimes and emotes by turns. Like much of the best American Independent tradition. Another Michael are a bunch of melancholic outsiders from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.This seems to be their third album. They're halfway between Stipe and Kozelek and AOR heaven suxh as Andrew Gold Rupert Holmes. Not nearly as bad as it sounds.
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