The Cautionary Tales of Mark Oliver Everett
This album is supposed to be a gut wrenching tale from the heart about missed opportunities and stolen loves.
The problem is that Eels are a festival headlining band who when sing about their misery and destruction, I just don’t buy it.
A great album but with too much emphasis on its meaning, rather just making a good album.
Some of the tracks are typical Eels and some are just a bit mundane. Nothing new but why bother with new when you’re already different to the norm.
Sounds like: Stars, Sufjan Stevens, Beck
Stand out track: Agatha Chang