Habitat choose only to visit the woods, and not live in them. They choose to make-believe and draw in crayon, rather than to get naked and find out what's wrong with themselves. Do you know what I mean? And that's okay. You can strum and whistle and make sweet noises and smile, but wouldn't it be great if you became truly unafraid, truly honest? An easy thing for a critic to say. [MySpace]
With a name that looks like a third-person shooter, or a spy novel that spends too much time on the sex scenes, this band is something of a deception. Their cock rock stylings are exaggerated in all the right ways, especially with the vocalist screeching an entire verse, and their Southern Bar Rock veneer is thankfully a lie, like the way an MC introduces you, and you shake your head as you walk on stage. They rise above it, or sink beneath it, as in to a swamp, whichever is better. [MySpace]
Posted by Dan at March 22, 2007 3:20 AMthe J.A.C.K. song made my bones jump
Posted by Amber at March 23, 2007 1:22 PMI haven't listened to the Habitat song yet and it's already on my favorites playlist--when you write things like that you give me no choice but to love it, because now it's a giggling five year old scribbling on the walls instead of a data file. I just wanted to take the opportunity to say that you (the collective you of SaidtheGramophone writers) have opened me up to a new world of music with the most well-written (polished, fluttering, playful, sincere, wry) reviews I've ever read.
Posted by kpa05@hampshire.edu at March 26, 2007 6:12 AM
and it will begin playing. All songs are also available to download: just right-click the link and choose 'Save as...'
