10 Songs, 1 Hour 29 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

“Confessional” doesn’t even begin to describe Sun Kil Moon frontman Mark Kozelek’s style of stream-of-consciousness songwriting. In the past, he’s managed to sing about the inability to endure during sex; the number of calls he received from his hometown’s area code when he found out his cousin died in a fire; his nagging prostate gland; back pain. On This Is My Dinner, his second album of 2018 (with another on the way in early 2019), he continues to mine perspective (and humor) from the banality of his day-to-day over jazz-informed alt-folk/rock instrumentals. But what were once short tableaus about wandering San Francisco’s streets to buy lampshades are now observations and reflections, originating from his travels through the colder part of Europe, eclipsing 10 minutes in length. A flight to Poland yields “Linda Blair,” on which Kozelek imitates a coughing child, gargling like Regan in The Exorcist. You can’t help but chuckle when he delivers, plainspokenly, “I hope it’s just a common cold/And nothing too serious,” before he switches tone and confides, “If it's a serious medical condition/I hope the Lord blesses her.” In the same song, when he paints a complex portrait of boxer Andrew Golota, he finds real sadness in the fighter's punchline of a career, but it’s Kozelek's stunning gift for detail—“He put his left jab out like a kitten/Trying to paw a bedsheet/Hanging out to dry”—that leaves you breathless.

Parental Advisory: Explicit Lyrics.

EDITORS’ NOTES

“Confessional” doesn’t even begin to describe Sun Kil Moon frontman Mark Kozelek’s style of stream-of-consciousness songwriting. In the past, he’s managed to sing about the inability to endure during sex; the number of calls he received from his hometown’s area code when he found out his cousin died in a fire; his nagging prostate gland; back pain. On This Is My Dinner, his second album of 2018 (with another on the way in early 2019), he continues to mine perspective (and humor) from the banality of his day-to-day over jazz-informed alt-folk/rock instrumentals. But what were once short tableaus about wandering San Francisco’s streets to buy lampshades are now observations and reflections, originating from his travels through the colder part of Europe, eclipsing 10 minutes in length. A flight to Poland yields “Linda Blair,” on which Kozelek imitates a coughing child, gargling like Regan in The Exorcist. You can’t help but chuckle when he delivers, plainspokenly, “I hope it’s just a common cold/And nothing too serious,” before he switches tone and confides, “If it's a serious medical condition/I hope the Lord blesses her.” In the same song, when he paints a complex portrait of boxer Andrew Golota, he finds real sadness in the fighter's punchline of a career, but it’s Kozelek's stunning gift for detail—“He put his left jab out like a kitten/Trying to paw a bedsheet/Hanging out to dry”—that leaves you breathless.

Parental Advisory: Explicit Lyrics.
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Ratings and Reviews

2.0 out of 5
9 Ratings

9 Ratings

THEGHOSTNEXTDOOR ,

Don’t Bother

This is the first review I’ve ever written on anything. I just felt compelled to do so. I’ve followed Mark’s career since the second Red House Painters record. Seen them on every tour from there on out. I worshipped everything he wrote. Beautiful music, beautiful lyrics. One of my absolute all time favorite bands.
Whilst I wasn’t a huge fan of Among the Leaves, at least he still seemed to be trying. Sadly, everything after that just seemed to be phoned in. Don’t know if he’s on drugs or what. He sounds strung out though.
The music is very boring and repetitive , and the stream of consciousness “lyrics” are dull and uninspired.
And don’t get me started on the “Singing”!
Yuck!
Laughable in a bad way.
Does he feel that he’s “been there/done that”?
Who knows.
There are many more musicians deserving of your time and money.

UE405 ,

Contains actual music

So it's a shame he's given up singing.

Geoff Goldy ,

So disappointed

What even is this?

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