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| Album Rating: B- |
As much as we love to place ourselves at the center of our Very Hollywood Stories, our day-to-days are rarely as fun or stimulating as what’s playing at the local theater. The sun’s always couched behind the clouds; the rainbows are muted and our clothes are never in Technicolor. Our words fall just short of eloquence, our conflicts simmer rather than explode, and if the final act ever takes place at the airport, it's not because we caught the one in the nick of time—we’re watching the plane take off. On the whole, I suppose
Memos does a fine job capturing all of that. A series of sketches steeped in understated sadness, it’s a fine companion for a sleepy second period, a brief walk down the Han River, or a lonely midnight spent writing essays for some music discovery website that offers no health benefits or even pay. If only it weren’t as slight as its title suggested.
