Augie
March, Moo, You Bloody Choir. Charting number-one singles
on the Australian home front, it's shocking that Augie March
achieved close to no notice in the States. Elegant in its simplicity,
the band's brand of rock can be compared to post-alt-country-era
Wilco, but with a definite Aussie influence - think elements of
Midnight Oil, but more literate. Past albums saw Augie March rushing
forth like a speeding train, but this time the songs are built around
acoustic, rather than electric, guitar parts, so they have a more
cautious and quiet path to their destinations. From pop anthems to
grandiose ballads, singer-songwriter Glenn Richards uses lyrics as
instruments strung together to shimmer like violin strings or crash
into one another like cymbals. While Australian critics sing the
band's praises, and fans sing their songs, one can't help but
wonder if we Yanks are simply mooing in the wrong bloody choir.