Sophia
People Are Like Seasons

THE REVIEW

Postscript: instead of reading this review, go to a bookstore and buy "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius" by Dave Eggers, it's much sillier and more fun than what you're about to read.

No, we're not there (call back later… buahahah). Why did I buy this CD? No, actually I didn't, but for a moment let's pretend that on Saturday I went with all my super depressed friends to our super depressed trusted dealer to ask for a CD that could convey the exact dose of depression. Our super depressed shopkeeper comes back to us while we've attempted suicide a couple of times by cutting our veins with the labels that alphabetically divide the super depressing CDs of our dealer with this People Are Like Season. So we return to our metropolitan lair made of pure autumn depression and insert this ultra depressed CD into our super depressed stereo made exclusively with a mix of autumn leaves. The result? Well, depressing (in both senses). During the first four tracks, we continue to weave necklaces and amulets with twigs, moss, and a generous dose of autumn leaves until the fifth track Darkness shakes us from our torpor, leading to spontaneous orgies for the entire duration of the song, always in the name of ultra autumn depression. The same goes for If a Change Is Gonna Come. Tired and tested, we fall back into our autumn depression for all the remaining four tracks of the CD. This group that seems to be led by Mr. Robin-oh-my-God-I-no-longer-have-veins-to-cut-Proper Sheppard, but their biography is so long and sad that I preferred to stop before seeing my pack of Tempo tissues run out, doesn't have: 1 feeling, the songwriting process must have gone more or less like this: buy a method for guitar and piano/look for the most depressing chords/insert them into a random song generator/send CD to the label/wait/earn 2 sense 3 sense 4 sense. I would have liked to hear fewer depressing voices/depressing guitars/depressing piano/ethereal atmospheres, it's not necessary to use these components to make a record that celebrates depression. I could play around with my castanets for hours and achieve a much more depressing result. So put the disc back in the case, yes, I know you wanted to be depressed but this time accept it, it's not for you, recompose the cellophane as best as you can and return it to the shopkeeper, and say you were mistaken and actually, you were looking for Battles In The North by Immortal, a new life is about to begin. (note: in this review, terms have been used that probably, and I emphasize probably, don't exist, don't worry about it, after all, none of us really exists "the truth is out there Scully" "Mr. Spock get us out of here" "I feel the Force is strong in you" "On page 11 of the Religious News Summary section we erroneously stated that Jesus Christ was a kind of dirty and deviant proto-hippy. In fact, Christ was the son of God, we apologize to the readers")