Matthew Pryor if never heard before could be described as the Canadian, talent lacking Ben Gibbard. Leaning more toward Death Cab than Postal Service, Pryor’s music is comprised of that same 4/4 acoustic rhythm, we’ve became so familiar with over the past decade.
As I sit here listening to Pryor’s album, ‘May Day’ through my fairly low quality iPod headphones, it was at first that I assumed my headphones were bringing the production value down – after putting it through a set of Bose speakers I was presented with the answer: if there’s a button in that studio entitled ‘Vintage Mode’, I would say the technical terms is that the producer’s clicked the fuck out of it.
If you were to remain ignorant to the aforementioned points, I guess this album would sound rather refreshing – it’s a straight up, light hearted, feel good gathering of tracks.
Chugging ukulele accompanies the six string and minimalistic percussion on ‘Unhappy Is The Only Happy You’ll Ever Be’. Tremolo guitar picks through a great deal of the tracks, keeping everything in an all-together fashion.
‘In The Lies Are Keeping Me Here’ Pryor demonstrates a strange vocal like trill throughout, of which doesn’t work at all – there’s hasn’t been a requisite for this kind of singing, and as far as I’m aware there hasn’t suddenly started being one.
All in all I feel this album will remain lacklustre in most retrospects – if one man is to have his fingers in this many pies, all you’re left with is a poor representation of a lot of other people work. Pryor either needs to find himself a new producer, a new songwriter or a new outlook on music – if he could accommodate all of the above that would be grand.
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