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American Music Club – The Golden Age

amc-golden-age.jpgAmerican Music ClubThe Golden Age (Merge)

Now consisting only of two original members, Mark Eitzel and guitarist Vudi, the second album into American Music Club‘s reformation finds them revisiting the more introspective moments of their past and they admirably succeed on The Golden Age.

This is an important rediscovery, particularly considering that I had pretty much written off Eitzel thanks to some fairly unremarkable solo efforts and that ambivalence carried over into 2004’s proper A.M.C. reunion, Love Songs For Patriots.

I almost let The Golden Age go too and, to be honest, my first spin of it was marred with too many distractions for it to fully take hold. So be careful: it’s subtle enough to discount and the allure is within that understatement. Eitzel and Vudi fall in together like a pair of well-worn jeans, and the moment you notice how agreeable their arrangement is the moment you begin to appreciate that they’re still making music together. It just may take a few spins to come to that conclusion.

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Mark Eitzel: Invisible Hero

Knitting Factory, New York

January 23, 2003

The other night I thought of “Nightclub Jitters” by Paul Westerberg. I had them, those jitters, when I went to see Mark Eitzel. I was nervous to see people I knew, nervous in many stupid ways. I didn’t take a drink before I hit the town, but I took one as soon as I hit the bar.

Westerberg was brave enough to write about those irrational nerves that attack you in fairly benign social settings. It’s people like Westerberg and Eitzel who sing about weakness and fear, and who attract people who are attacked by weakness and fear. Ironically, there we all were at a Mark Eitzel show trying to act like we didn’t feel weak or frightened. It’s only Mark who will admit it. He’s our spokesman.

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