Cymbals Eat Guitars

Why, hello there. Long time, no blog - I'm aware. But sometimes you need to take a 21 day break just to create a little buzz (and believe me, I created a buzz). But since all of my fans kept begging me to write...

Cymbals Eat Guitars - Why There Are Mountains

I usually find bands with odd names to be a bit of a turnoff (other turnoffs for all those curious ladies out there: smoking cigarettes, telling me how drunk you are, using the expression "oh my god! hilarious!" more than once a conversation, not telling me how much you like my muscles). Then again, I have somehow got passed bands with names like Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Architecture in Helsinki, Death Cab For Cutie, I'm From Barcelona, and Vampire Weekend. Rumor has it members from this band are starting a supergroup called "Vampire, Clap Your Barcelona Death Architecture Say Helsinki" (this is neither true nor funny).

But honestly, under what circumstances would a cymbal (or a wild pack of cymbals) eat a guitar? That's like cannibalistic, isn't it? They work together in the same band!

That said, I was a bit reluctant to check out Cymbals Eat Guitars. But there's just something about their debut, Why There Are Mountains, that keeps me coming back for more. After long minutes of thinking and bad-joke making, I think I've found out what that something is:

- Song structures more windy than Lincoln Drive
- Hooks catchier than Jerry Rice's hands (assuming he doesn't have arthritis yet)
- A lead singer more believable than a Snapple Cap fact
- A string section and horn section that fill more holes than Ron Jeremy
- An old school indie-rock sound more reminiscent than an old person without a T.V.

There's just one question left: Why, exactly, are there mountains?

I think you and I both know the answer to that question.

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