Everything I Long For

Everything I Long For

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by Hayden
     
 

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Solitary, rootsy post-punk of the best kind, delving into somewhat dark and twisted terrrain, but invested with a lot of passion and unflinching grit. The sparse and haunting arrangements put acoustic guitars at the forefront, but vary the pace with occasional searing licks, eerie solo piano, and harmony vocals. It's one of the relatively few releases of this type

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Solitary, rootsy post-punk of the best kind, delving into somewhat dark and twisted terrrain, but invested with a lot of passion and unflinching grit. The sparse and haunting arrangements put acoustic guitars at the forefront, but vary the pace with occasional searing licks, eerie solo piano, and harmony vocals. It's one of the relatively few releases of this type that will find a comfortable home in the collections of those with an ear for either stark folk-rock or grunge.

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Release Date:
01/22/2002
Label:
Sonic Unyon Metal
UPC:
0621617000223
catalogNumber:
23
Rank:
150429

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Everything I Long For 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Everybody knows Hayden. Hayden¿s our neighbor. Hayden takes in our papers, walks our dogs, and waters our lawns when we¿re away on vacation. Every time we drive by Hayden¿s, Hayden waves. But Hayden harbors a heavy heart. Hayden gets angry. Hayden plots complicated, petty revenges that will never see the light of day. Because Hayden is lazy. Hayden is so beholden to inertia he can barely be bothered to breathe, let alone carry out complicated, petty revenges. Hayden lacks the courage of his convictions. Hayden lacks the convictions to begin with. And Hayden is horny. Late at night, Hayden downloads Danish porn and watches through binoculars as our underage daughters undress for bed. But Hayden is harmless. Takes in our papers. Walks. Waters. Waves. Like Norman Bates¿ or John Wayne Gacy¿. Yes, everybody knows Hayden. Hayden¿s our neighbor. And sometimes, let¿s face it: Hayden is us. * * * Hayden is Hayden Desser, a twentysomething Canadian whose self-produced debut plants him firmly in the freakish family-tree between Vic Chesnutt¿s slacker step-son and Beck¿s heavily-medicated second-cousin. Like those two loony tunesmiths, Hayden can sometimes lean to the navel-gazing grating (¿Skates¿; ¿Driveway¿). But much more frequently, Hayden¿s Sad Peter Pan song stylings succeed in being downright disarming, even charming (¿We Don¿t Mind¿ ¿ an arresting aria celebrating morning-after Denny¿s breakfasts and the rejection of real-world responsibilities ¿ and the cello-heavy ¿Hardly,¿ on which Hayden provides anguished play-by-play of his latest ill-fated crusade to obtain a date). Indeed, Hayden is at his most affecting ¿ and least affected ¿ when dredging the core-deep despondence of ¿Tragedy¿ or unleashing the languorous, lovely strum that elevates ¿Lounging¿¿s bare-bones ode to apathetic atrophy to something almost poetically profound. Tom Waits, for one, would be proud. At their worst, Hayden¿s heartsick haikus and croak-and-caterwaul confessions can sometimes too closely resemble the sort of half-witted, dopey ditties that Adam Sandler made his name assaying on Saturday Night Live¿s ¿Weekend Update¿ segment. But at its bare-essentials best ¿ utilizing the most rudimentary of implements and the simplest of idioms ¿ Everything I Long For speaks eloquently to that most intractable and tragic of human truths: Nobody gets out of here alive.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago