MV+EE – Country Stash album review

MV+EE may be from Vermont but they sound like the sirens of Titan. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, you’ve got to respect this band. They compound so much into one track, you receive both quality and quantity of sound. Oh, if life was like that.

Country Stash is very multidimensional. While you are listening to the album, there is so much happening in the background, you may look around thinking it is coming from somewhere other than the speakers. The feel of the album is a wind chime. It’s a combination of independent, suspended sounds and vocals, softly colliding in the wind to produce music.

While it’s a five track album, every track on Country Stash is quite bosomy.  In a more appropriate language, a lot is packed into every track. Direct evidence: three of the five tracks are longer than 9 minutes. But MV+EE show that size..or length really doesn’t matter, because the shorter tracks are just as interesting.  The tracks are whimsical and creative. There is a bit of Eastern spice to the album, as if someone mixed curry powder with crushed up ecstasy.  I would shine the spotlights on “The Crash Place of Records” (Track 2) and “Tea Devil” (Track 4). “The Crash Place of Records” is a pretty, water color piece. “Tea Devil,” on the other hand, is a more intense, oil-paint kind of stand-out track on the album. It has the sedated feel of The Kills’ “Hitched.”

In the worst case scenario, the album sounds like you have been date raped at the party and are now coping with the haziness of the after math. But hey, some people are into that kind of thing. In the best case scenario, the album sounds like a post-modern remix of a mediation CD you can buy at a drug store. So yeah, Country Stash is pretty damn cool.

Overall, the album sounds like a happy accident (kind of like most unwanted children). The band is nothing short of a folk beast, a schizophrenic cat, or just a psychedelic pony. MV+EE are just two inches away from too much of a good thing.

By Ecaterina

Oh hello! My name is Ecaterina. Currently, I’m enjoying the broke, post-university life in Calgary. I collect Polaroid cameras and I can teach you how to dougie. I aspire to befriend pigeons flying by my balcony. But most importantly, I live by a quote written by Hunter S. Thomspon, “Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.”

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