Full disclosure: It is possible for me to be objective in this review, because Brent Miller knows that my dude-love for him transcends what I might have to say about his band, Trashed On Fiction. So, clear your mind of the fact that, through musical and academic endeavors, Brent Miller and I have shared beds across this great nation. In our underwear. And my piss smelled like shrimp. Don’t ask.
I can say, with all integrity intact, that I like Simple Sun. Some of the tunes sound a bit incomplete, and maybe the songs are too few and too different to make a totally cohesive album, but the better songs on the album are truly pleasing. “The Fifteen” adds some good ol’ fashioned squonk to an alt-rock tune. “By The Buried”, a country tune with an occasional chord flourish, is my other favorite. Those songs match the timbre and the temperament of the “Alt-Country” catalog of my collection, so my ears were pretty much prepared for this ep.
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