Please, stop right now. Stop what you’re doing immediately. Exit this website, pull your pants up and put your sandwich down for a second. Please, stop everything and go buy a copy of Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros’ newest album, “Here.” (The reason for the urgency is forthcoming in this review...and it's not what you think). Buying albums may sound a little strange to some of us; ever since the conception of torrents, that $9.33 still remaining on your ITunes gift card has probably been sitting there for quite some time (let’s be honest).
The high class, intelligent crowd we call BitCandy readers (I’m just guessing because I’ve never actually met anyone who reads this site) may ask, “Why should I buy this album when I can get it for free?” Frankly, there is a cause being funded by this album. African babies being fed, you may ask. No. Cancer research? No. Kony 2013? Of course not. This cause hits a lot closer to home than any of those things. The proceeds of every album sold goes to the “Edward Sharpe shower fund.”
After seeing this band perform on Letterman a few years ago with their ensemble of about 30 un-kempt miscreants (8 of them actually playing instruments), it became all too clear to me. Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros are part of some hippie commune who all desperately need a shower and a visit to the barber.
The fact that they're putting out a new album makes me think the residual checks from their hit single “Home” have dried up and they're beginning to resent the monotonous baked beans and wonder bread diet they’re no doubt living off of. You could buy the album for this fact alone, or maybe just because it’s a really great album.
Yeah, I know, reviews of good albums kind of suck. It’s good for me in that fact that, after I’m done listening, I don’t feel like killing myself or relapsing on horse tranquilizers, but it’s a bit of a bore for the reader. The only negative I can really say about “Here” is the fact that some songs get a little boring and repetitive, prime examples being “One Love To” and “Mayla.”
Also, I couldn’t help but cringe a little when “That’s Whats Up” was muttered for the first time. I don’t know, it just seems a little “I got Menace to Society last week from Redbox and now I can’t stop quoting O-Dog.”
Other than that, the album is really great. The band still has a folky, southern bum fuck sound to them but seem to also be heavily influenced by gospel music on this album. Some tracks reminded me of the innocent sounds of 60’s folk rock as well, making me think of Big Brother and the Holding Company in some instances.
So that’s it. The album is not a classic...but pretty solid. Buy it for that reason, or just so Alex Ebert can purchase a razor.