Folksy as ever, Cleopatra, I dare say, is a little more mellow than The Lumineer's self-titled previous album. Mellow as it may be, the lyrics this time around are just as jam packed, which makes me, personally, adore them. It's the simplicity they convey in their story telling that entraps you. Lines like (if you'll pardon the expletive, please), "I can't believe what I found in daddy's sock drawer, sock drawer today. It was a pistol, a Smith and Wesson, holy, holy shit." Can you not just picture that reaction in your head? Brilliant.
So, yeah, they're the folksy sound that pretty much marks this generation of indie. But, they are indie. They're literally the definition of indie - they're independent. That's how they started: Nobodies just writing lyrics and making music while busing tables to pay the rent. And, praises be, they eventually hit it big with "Ho, Hey" and, soon to follow, "Stubborn Love." Rising from the bottom, they made it into popular culture. So far, they haven't sold out (and I mean fame-wise, not seat-wise, because they actually have sold out pretty much every upcoming show). Cleopatra holds true to their desire to not be eaten by greed and popularity, as they admit on their website and chant about in their new hit single, "Ophelia." Secluding themselves from the world to write as they did when they were practically invisible makes this new album raw and inviting.
So, goodbye haters. I'll be turning the other cheek, as I should... if only to better listen to them and not you.
Peace and Blessings,
Olivia
Photo courtesy of The Lumineers: http://thelumineers.com/about/
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