One thing I seriously pride myself on is my ability to make connections between artists. Pick out influences and inspirations. It's merely math to me.
I gave Why There Are Mountains one revolution when I first happened upon it. After all, one is all it takes for a first impression, right? I did the unthinkable. I wrote them off as a Modest Mouse sound-a-like, and maybe I'd get back to them when I was in the mood for Modest Mouse that wasn't quite Modest Mouse.
A couple weeks roll past, and the time to listen to Cymbals Eat Guitars arises once again. But something hit me this time I didn't see before. I heard the Pavement, the Broken Social Scene, and I felt like such an idiot.
If there's a word to describe Cymbals Eat Guitars, it must be "full". This band makes an album with the intention of leaving no sparse sounds. You oughta know it's okay to call them epic. Their tiny blip on the radar is only going to get bigger and louder, and before you know it, they're going to be leaving you stiff from awe at live shows.
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