starting with the daredevil christopher wright and dribbling away into some kind of vague sophistry

Recently a friend introduced me to the music of a local band, the Daredevil Christopher Wright. I have only listed to a disk of theirs a handful of times over the last few days, but for some reason I want to write this now anyway.

first, the attempt at a review. and here we make comparisons to danielson/famile, half-handed cloud, sufjen stevens perhaps (i am forgetting what this sub-genre is supposed to be called). saying things like how the lush landscape of harmony combines with the best of pop melodic sensibilities and alternately ironically detached and sweetly sincere lyricism to create an experience sort of like getting a flat near a private college and being taken aback when a group of twee fellows goes about changing your tire for you and then drives you to church where you all eat casserole with some dear elderly ladies and are reminded that there are so many things you had forgotten, or maybe you never really knew, but thinking back a bit you see all the places where they fit. and that would be toned down quite a bit because it would be written more carefully, and would include some lines from songs here and there.

and then, i think, i wouldn't commit myself entirely. even despite the casserole and things, this group could possibly go further. there are places in the lyrics where you feel the ideas could be developed a bit more or they are going down a bit of a wrong trail, perhaps one or two songs where it seems like a different group in terms of the confidence of the melody and the gait of the song as a whole. however, the musicality is impressive and winsome and is, one might say, the basic driving force behind the album, at least from this listener's point of view.

and second, i am asking myself what it is that makes me say these things. by what criteria could i, knowing nothing about bands and very little about maturity, possibly say a band could or should mature? what is it that drives the impulse to say, on the one hand, when i hear these songs, it seems like something familiar and that i can shake hands with and just start chatting, and on the other that i feel like there is somewhere beyond this point, not just to which one could go, but that these people, whom i don't know, could go?

and i could answer this by saying that clearly, since i feel free to write sloppy poetry and songs whenever i have the time, i will want to suggest that everyone, even those who are not amateurs, could and should mature, since i have this sort of guilty feeling myself, and since i want to feel like this sort of situation levels us all out.

and on the other hand, i could spin this back around to the idea of poetic knowing, and how we have some internal criteria for understanding each other through these forms, that the relationship between fiction and fact, subject and external world, is one of mutual benefit built on the causeway of some jacob's ladder of, shall we say, the "sense of things" that lies behind language and it's interpretation. what is this "sense of things"? when you try to answer that, i guess, you get art, poetry, song. or perhaps it is best to leave this by saying we are at a point beyond which we are tempted to believe we can go.