#SIMPLE MATH SONG LYRICS FULL#

It clearly announces itself as Simple Math's 'ambitious centerpiece' by going all in on the epic signifiers: daunting strings, a horn section at the bridge, massed vocals, and, of course, a kiddie choir to drive the hook home. Or you get something like 'Pensacola', whose stein-swinging coda comes off like a fun idea they were dying to get in somewhere rather than an organic conclusion, to say nothing of its clear resemblance to a Modest Mouse song that happens to be called 'Florida'.ДЄnd then there's 'Virgin'. It's indicative of Simple Math's overcooking: Most of the time, the band can't find a moment of empty space it doesn't fill with that extra guitar overdub, more string cues, or another intimacy-sapping vocal harmony.

#SIMPLE MATH SONG LYRICS FULL#

While the burly guitars on 'Mighty' and 'Pale Black Eye' flex some swamp-rock muscle, as a full outfit, Manchester Orchestra simply plod instead of groove, bogged down by Simple Math's favorite artificial flavor, a charmlessly and coldly recorded string section. It's that ponderous alt-rock framework that makes Simple Math such a drag even as the lyrics and production feel like they're racing to out-sensationalize each other.

The problem lies in where Hull ends and Manchester Orchestra begins, and it's a space populated by lesser sons of the south, post-grunge good ol' boys like 3 Doors Down and Collective Soul- tellingly, the most immediately hooky riffs of the lot ('April Fool') lay mere inches down the fretboard from those of 'Shine', and 'Leave It Alone' flirts too briefly with a raw tenderness before diving headfirst into the sugary dross of truck-selling power ballad 'The World That I Know'. It's hard to imagine something like the title track, which uses infidelity as a jumping-off point to question the entire basis of human existence, even standing a chance without it. His belief in his own profundity is kind of endearing as Manchester Orchestra's driving force. Hull's got a thing for drunken fuck-ups who own up to their failures, though he's far more interested in using it for autobiography rather than storytelling. As a frontman, he does his peers proud- while his astringent, high lonesome warble immediately recalls the Jim James/Ben Bridwell dialect, it's flexible enough to handle both rebel yells and vulnerable self-flagellation. But hell, if there's any Conor Oberst acolyte capable of making The Merrimack to Titus Andronicus' The Monitor, it's Hull.

Simple math song lyrics