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| 3.5 by Rolling Stone |
Call it attention-benefit disorder on the geriatric tip: Delightfully daft bro-and-sis act Matthew and Eleanor Friedberger bring their Greek grandmother Olga Sarantos aboard to sing an hour's worth of... |
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| n/a by www.avclub.com |
The flickering narrative works to pull ears closer to the band's most wowing musical offering to date. |
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| n/a by www.guardian.co.uk |
An astonishing concept-album full of humour, tenderness and life-affirming spirit. |
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| n/a by neumu.net |
My feeling is that Rehearsing My Choir is an odd, initially indigestible album that is far more interesting than most people are willing to admit. |
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| n/a by www.shakingthrough.net |
Rehearsing My Choir is too self-consciously hip to be a twilight reflection on things past and is filled with personal asides only blood relatives can relate to. |
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| n/a by www.stylusmagazine.com |
Admittedly, though it’s clunky and overwrought, the real problem isn’t that the story is tedious or that Olga’s voice is awful--it’s actually weirdly thrilling--it’s that the album simply doesn’t feel as well executed as the premise promises. |
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| n/a by Pitchfork Media |
As a think piece, Rehearsing My Choir is enormously engaging, but as a pop record, it's exhausting and fruitless. |
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| n/a by www.prefixmag.com |
Thrilling prospect though it may be, the result is a disaster. |
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| n/a by www.austinchronicle.com |
It's tedious where there should be tension. |
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| n/a by www.cokemachineglow.com |
The problem this time out isn’t a lack of interesting material, it’s that these aren’t lyrics, these aren’t songs, these are for the most part spoken word stories backed by some of the most horrific and baroque music ever recorded. |
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| n/a by Popmatters |
The first and possibly most damaging problem lies in the music, which lacks the focus, coherence, and development to be rewarding beyond a novelty listen. |
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