Record Review : The Fun Years - Baby, It's Cold Inside
This is a review of The Fun Years newest record, Baby, It's Cold Inside. This record is absolutely spectacular. I must start by mentioning how absolutely spectacular it is, being the only way to truly move this review from simple praise to conveying the true stature of this record.
The part of this record which most astounds me is the ability of the music contained to transport my mind into realms no other medium has ever touched. I'm not talking music and books, no; a much broader spectrum altogether. I'm talking food, drugs, conversation: the things which have formed my life. None of them have ever moved me somewhere so spectacularly as this composition.
You may believe, after reading this last paragraph, that I am writing sensationalist garbage. Something just to shock, perhaps to persuade, but that is not at all my purpose. I just want to describe the feeling that sticks with me after hearing this record, and why it is so powerful.
That feeling is not happiness, contentment, or excitement as you might have expected. No, the feeling I have after listening to this wonderful record is sadness. It is not that the record conveyed any sense of sadness to me or tried to, in fact it gave a wide array of emotion, ranging from "contently apathetic" to pure joy. The sadness springs from a simple fact which I know must be true, from deep inside my personal being:
Most people in the world will never experience this record or many like it in a way similar to the way I have. They will never take the time to sit down and truly be absorbed by a record, forgetting all constraints their minds have imposed and truly taking themselves to a new, unknown place.
This record makes me realize how deeply fear, for a large majority of people unbeatable and crippling fear, is ingrained in to the minds of man.
Lose fear, lose restraint. Your mind can reach a world outside of its boundaries, yet within its reach. A world only there if you let it be.