Last night I had a very adult conversation with someone and it didn’t end with the ideal results, but I can’t complain for still having one of the best friends I’ve made in a long time still in my life. So for the first time all week, I woke up without a stream of tears breaking my personal dam. I then had to sit and take on The Burning Of Rome’s Year Of The Ox. Man oh man, this was quite the ride. It didn’t turn my mood around and make me slump back into bed, but it did make me question reality a bit. One minute I was scared out of my mind, the next I was transported into another decade – and that was all within one song…It’s weird, it’s different, it’s The Burning Of Rome…
Let’s just start with the song I just mentioned, “Terrible Tales From Tocqueville.” You’re in a house of confusion that starts out sounding like an angelic western movie and then it turns theatrical as it slowly travels to the ‘80s while incorporating a singer/songwriter vibe. See why this one was a doozy? From there, the start of the record was one oddball after the other with the devilish “Year Of The Ox” and the creepy “God of Small Things.” It took a turn around “Echo Park” and started to get sound a bit more modern, as did “Melina.” They sounded like an act that would live in that part of LA filled with indie bands and big dreams.
There’s a lot going on when it comes to The Burning Of Rome and they really can’t be summed up that easily. I’m sure they’re a nightmare for record store employees – ugh, where do I put this? Obscure dramatics that stagger somewhere between indie, rock and pop? Yeah, we’ll go with that. So as I continue finally smiling for the first time this week, all I can say is that if you’re an eccentric little one – do yourself a favor and check out Year Of The Ox, out now.
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