Eels: The Cautionary Tales of Mark Oliver Everett
Holly Gleason, Paste, 22 April 2014
THERE'S AN INHERENT SOFT-FOCUS to Mark Everett's worldview. His jagged details scrape your flesh to the bone, but his bitterness or rancor is tempered with a romanticism that makes listeners ache more than rage. This postmodern sensitive — landing somewhere between Tom Waits' raspy reality and Jackson Browne's tenderness — walks a line between desire and doom with dignity and just the slightest bit of slump-shouldered resignation.
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