Sun Kil Moon: Common as Light and Love Are Red Valleys of Blood
Sometimes, less is more. Sometimes, more is too much.
On Sun Kil Moon’s Common as Light and Love Are Red Valleys of Blood, he goes for more. Over the course of the album, he lets loose an endless stream-of-conscious monologue covering countless topics. It’s a deluge to the point where you absorb almost nothing, which is a shame, because it renders the music underneath his ramblings —itself often pretty and pleasant — almost irrelevant.
After listening to the whole album, I was only up to song number four. This is 2 hours of self-indulgence about everything under the sun: from pay-phones in Hoboken to “gold rush history and all that old western stuff.” If he had limited this in literally any way at all, be it by topics, by length, by word count, we might be having a different conversation.
Instead, he gives us a challenging work. Challenging not in the sense of questioning assumptions or setting you at unease with yourself, but rather in the way standing for 4 straight hours is challenging. It requires complete attention and a lot of stamina. You can probably do it, but why would you want to?
Soundtrack To: Getting your head stuck reallllyyy far up your ass and none of your friends telling you it’s there.