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"Weightlifting" by Trashcan Sinatras (2004)

"Weightlifting" by Trashcan Sinatras

Artist:

Trashcan Sinatras

Album:

Weightlifting

Released In:

2004

Reviewed By:

Kyle England

Grade:

4.0

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Who could have predicted that eight years since their last release, and 11 years (!) since their last domestic release, Scotland's long lost sons, Trashcan Sinatras would come out of virtually nowhere and offer up one of the prettiest records of the year? No one should have - that's for sure. Particularly when their last album, A Happy Pocket was barely a blip on the radar in 1996, even for European listeners. But Weightlifting (which is in reference to the self-titled track about great weights being lifted off of shoulders and chests, not bodybuilding) is the type of album that fans of Trashcan Sinatras classic 1990 debut Cake have been waiting for. Weightlifting is built upon what made this group so fantastic in the first place. Harmonizing vocals, jangle-pop guitar chiming, and Francis Reader's angelic vocals that at it's best, is comparable to the likes of Roddy Frame from Aztec Camera and Morrissey.

The opening song "Welcome Back" seems to have the most fitting song title here - and it's the most 'rocking' track for that matter - with Reader blasting out the line "Out with the monsters I knew at the time, but now I know better, I'm better, I'm fine." That line of confidence seems to beam throughout every aspect of this album. "What Women Do To Men" and "A Coda" are a hauntingly lovely pair of bittersweet songs about love lost, but the elegant beauty of "Usually" and "All The Dark Horses" win out over all the rest.

Weightlifting seems to be a resurrection of sorts for Trashcan Sinatras. Hopefully this will be the second coming that finds an audience of willing believers searching for the very doctrine they espouse, who might have glossed over it the first time or been too young the first go round. Yea verily, let it come to pass.

:: zBoneman.com Reader Comments ::

George Blanda

George Blanda

It's crystal clear that Mrs.England didn't give her child enough teat. This pup hands out 4 star reviews like Carson Daly in a Thomas Kincaid gallery. Is there a piece of recorded music she hate me? I thinketh not. Go back to the Dairy Queen and listen to some Montrose between bites of a nut buster parfait. Meanwhile, I'll get on my bad motorscooter and ride.

kyle

kyle

george, (or to the person that can't call me out with their real name)

what up dickcheese? why don't you go back and look at every review that's on this site and look and see for yourself who's handed out the most 4's? I guarantee you it ain't me you fucking Sammy Hagar loving asshole. Do yourself a favor and put the tire to that motorscooter between your legs and drive 55 with it.

George Blanda

George Blanda

And so it goes when you work at Best Buy and spend your nights with Mountain Dew fueled masturbation contests. Cheer up Mrs.England, you will soon realize your place in the pantheon of Englands: somewhere between Night Ranger and Nazareth. I for one welcome your comments--it's always fascinating to witness the throes of puberty. Voice a-changing, hair sprouting from your spindly skeleton, curiousity and yearning for a time and place to explore with being judged. Shine on you fruitloop!

kyle

kyle

listen Ken Stabler,

I didn't realize how tough you had it. I apologize. I feel really sorry for you. If I had known that you worked at Best Buy AND masturbated feverishly while sucking (dick) down Mountain Dew I wouldn't have pounded your ass like the little bitch you are in the last response. Corporate jobs and caffienated drinks as we all now can see leads punk ass bitches under aliases to put down useless blurbs on messageboards. Now C'mon Mark Tuisasopo! Jay Schrader perhaps? Why don't you quit being a benchwarming little bitch and get a real life. Or you can just keep responding and I'll keep scoring on you like the Kansas City Chiefs defense.

George Blanda

George Blanda

Again the sports obsession. Daddy must have worn a helmet when he violated you, no? Lighten up little lady. Let me pin a pretty flower in your dress. Your reign as crowned prince of pedants & pederasts should end soon. Keep tapping out 150 word treatises on subjects that matter not.

The Boneman

The Boneman

After a long day of masturbating to gay porn, I suppose it might help to vent a little. I'm just surprised you can get your keyboard to work after all that pearly precipitation. I would think you'd go through more mouses than the gift shop at Disney Land. Unless of course it's possible that you have "short comings" of your own. When I picture you there in your kleenex festooned bedroom in your parents basement, I'm reminded of those little fruit flies that mysteriously appear any time a banana starts to go rotten. Those things must plague your every step. Your turn Georgy Porgey.

George Blanda

George Blanda

So much teamwork and defensiveness on this site! Should I laugh or cry? Better judgement would leave the fight to those in the fight. But there is no better judgement to be found amongst the teens-with-keyboards style reviews here. I applaud your willingness to post comments unedited. I do not applaud your lack of restraint when it comes to posting your own thoughts. Good comedians don't laugh at their own material.

George Blanda

George Blanda

Boneman--here's a thought: allow the ability to post comments on your "humor" essays. You ready to get that personal? Perhaps Mrs.England will come to your rescue in case you get in over your head. Or maybe the positive comments will outnumber the non and you will sleep deeper than ever. Care to wager?

runt boy

runt boy

I have been looking at this site for years now and I have never seen a bigger boner biter than you George. Let's see what you got dawg.

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