The multiple vocal tracks crooning 'Let me know when...' really make me feel AWE. The speaker, soldier, revolutionary, suitor, dreamer, scientist, whatever, is absolutely in love with the process and the struggle towards the goal and not just with the goal itself. Beautiful--Fink's flexing his muscles here. But still something about the instrumentation feels like the song's just plodding along--there's no punch line, not even at the end with that sort of coda, and I can't find much interest in the track overall. Oh, well.
The multiple vocal tracks crooning 'Let me know when...' really make me feel AWE. The speaker, soldier, revolutionary, suitor, dreamer, scientist, whatever, is absolutely in love with the process and the struggle towards the goal and not just with the goal itself. Beautiful--Fink's flexing his muscles here. But still something about the instrumentation feels like the song's just plodding along--there's no punch line, not even at the end with that sort of coda, and I can't find much interest in the track overall. Oh, well.
Joke is, we all have the same punchline.
Joke is, we all have the same punchline.