And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside-Out

Today's Music That Jason Can't Believe He Neglected This Long is Yo La Tengo's And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out. In addition to having sometimes ridiculously long song titles, Yo La Tengo's other hallmark has been making interesting and generally damn good albums for a long time. And Then... is no exception. I don't know how I didn't discuss a Yo La Tengo album before now.

I wouldn't say this is my favorite Yo La Tengo album; no, that would probably have to be either I Can Hear the Heart Beating As One, or I Am Not Afraid Of You and I Will Beat Your Ass. This is still a fine album, something I like to listen to in the mornings when I'm too tired and grouchy to deal with anything as abrasive as, say, The Black Keys or Rage Against The Machine. No, this album is maybe a little too gentle if anything, but still interesting, and funny at times (see "Let's Save Tony Orlando's House). The songs are laid back, sometimes dark, but never too much so. This is an album with latent appeal, something for dedicated fans of the band or people who understand the appeal of more minimalism in their music. If you ever hear any tracks from this album on the radio, I'll be quite surprised, more so if it's not "Cherry Chapstick". In short, this album has a lot of things going for it, even if it doesn't feel the need to get in your face to tell you.

In other news:
Winter is here. Boo.
It's also Friday, and not too soon.