Richard Swift: Dressed Up For The Letdown auf LP

Richard Swift's sophomore release Dressed Up For The Letdown seems to symbolically call for an end to the age of overdub onslaughts and overrated studio trickery that have been plaguing records since the advent of the ADAT. After all... Sly Stone didn't quantize "Luv N' Haight"; in 1969, Crosby Stills and Nash weren't "Helplessly Hoping" auto-tune would be invented; and there's no doubt in my mind that whoever is responsible for the tambourine on Bob Dylan's "Rainy Day Woman #12 & 35" had gotten stoned (as suggested).Why bring this up? Because each of the aforementioned songs have remained steadfast against the hourglass sands, regardless of thelack of digital editing employed during their respective recordings. You can just smell it in the air, can't you? You know, the unmistakable fragrance of the impending societal revolt against the modern milquetoast manifestations of "art"? Or is it just me? I mean, who among us found themselves wishing George Lucas was poor again, whilst miserably enduring the Star Wars prequels? I see those hands. Sure, it looked cool... sort of... Personally I'd take A Clockwork Orange any day over this green-screen nonsense. And herein lies the point: just because you can, doesn't necessarily mean you should. In the spiritof this truth Richard Swift has confidently composed yet another original masterpiece; employing an archaic attitude of tempered restraint on a fresh collection of ten songs, without appearing shamelessly retro or kitschy. Playing a vast majority of the instruments on Dressed Up himself, by virtue Swift has created something that is characteristically his. And considering his rougharound- the-edges exterior, one could rightly assume that Swift desires the listener to accept him asan ordinary honest man with some honest songs - unmasked blemishes and all. Yet when one engages with Swift on this narrow-road-less-traveled, one immediately ignores the subtleimperfections shadowed by the all-consuming white light of well-crafted pop songs in an analog heaven. In eff...