http://www.amazon.co.uk/Epic/dp/B003U7AHS0/ref=sr_shvl_album_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1281749722&sr=301-1
Absolutely amazing album.
When people ask me what sort of music I'm in to, I find it hard to put in to words...
it's not just this type of music I like, but this is a good 70% of it.
There's not many albums which are worth me buying (i.e, it's cheaper to buy the album than just the songs I like) but I LOVE 35+ of the songs on this.
Quality
Come on now. Behave yourself.
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Epic"? Gadz min. Here's how this self-contradictory pile of nothing in particular came to be inflicted on us.
1. The guitarist from The Temper Trap bought a reverb pedal. He did not turn it off. It sounded
huge, man. Atmospheric and shit.
2. Shortly before summer, some malicious bastard put "Sweet Disposition" on an E4 advert for young people's stuff, shown during breaks in episodes of
How Friends Met Your Scrubs.
3. The disgustingly attractive and shiny young festival-goers in the advert wore ironic hats and, like,
made memories <3<3<3 (you know they're memories, because they happen in slow motion) just so they'd have something to tell Facebook about.
4. Countless real-life, considerably less attractive young people started claiming that it reminds them of non-specific "good timez" with other people who appear to exist only in Facebook profile pictures, or possibly bad timez, such as switching their relationship status to "single" on Facebook. "OMG this is OUR SONG!!!" etc.
5. Someone at a record company noticed this. They also noticed young people's current habit of using the word "epic" to describe everything from the night out in their latest Facebook photos, to abnormally large stationary. Epic pencils, for example.
6. The record company decided to prey on the fuckwitted youth by releasing an album of "epic" songs. Unfortunately, they could only think of about 6 songs other than "Sweet Disposition" that could be even loosely described as "epic".
7. In order to flesh out their ill-conceived non-idea, the record company added a series of unrelated songs that make Jagerbomb-drinking young people holler "TUUUUUUUUNE!" in an idiotic voice while they're in shite clubs, taking photos for Facebook.
8. The record company unleashed 3 (3!) discs of mismatched pap on an unsuspecting public.
This is so bad that I don't even feel an undeserved sense of smug superiority for shitting on other people's taste like the pseudo-intellectual cockring I am.
Ew.