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Regina Spektor - What We Saw From the Cheap Seats
Come at last a return to quirky form for beloved indie piano-ballad queen Regina Spektor, “What We Saw From the Cheap Seats” brings the glistening, uncanny poetry and beguiling emotional musings known on classic Spektor records like “Soviet Kitsch” and “Begin to Hope”. But after a decade of being the youthful charmer in the anti-folk scene, age tends to take a toll on an artist’s bank of ideas and song-writing skill. The opening three songs (“Small Town Moon”, “Oh Marcello” and “Don’t Leave Me”) recall her nearly forgotten trademark ability to make eclectic and unorthodox pop tunes. Even tracks like “Firewood” and “Jessica” are undeniably captivating and relaxing ballads with solemn charm and illustrative lyrics. The other half of the album and a handful of her bizarre sonic experiments and arrangements result unsuccessfully. Much of what makes this an incomplete record come from lack of innovation. Even on more proper moments like tracks “How” and “The Party”, Spektor poorly treats her compositions with nearly forced and gimmicky emotion, leaving the songs to be inevitably pigeon-holed as uninspired rubbish. It’s hard to appreciate “What We Saw From the Cheap Seats” as a whole; even for its inconsistencies, Spektor’s musical abilities lack her youthful finesse and high-ranged song-writing chops. (6/10)
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