I so needed that. As with most of the reviews I’ve done for Music Boxer, I haven’t heard much if any of Minus the Bear’s previous work, but after soaking in Omni that could very well change. I dropped this album into the music box (or however the kids say it these days – it was loaded on my mp3 player in the ’86 toyota I call the Monster Truck) and was kickin’ around town when it occurred to me I was in the most fabulous mood ever. Keeping it to the point, I attribute this moto-euphoria not to the leaky exhaust manifold or dehydration from the 103F temps with a busted AC, but to the hook-a-plenty sweet soul sounds of Minus the Bear. The groove they lay down is hugely contagious, and had I been alive in the 60’s (and had my mp3 player with Omni loaded) I would have been taking over the roller rink with some phat bell bottoms (dangly pom-pom things? Oh hells yes) and sequined roller skates to ALL of the tracks on Omni. By the second time through I was singing along, and there is no sitting still to this album. I think I was even doing the clenched-fist-microphone (no, didn’t take it to the full look upward with the fist release to open hand move a la George Michael, but I could have. Just sayin’.) while driving around the Monster Truck. It’s just straight up fun, all day, every day. The production is thick, the range of instruments and sounds makes all the songs full and interesting…. and utterly diggable. It was just what I needed. |
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