I've realized that the older I get the less I care about the details of a band I like. When I was younger I needed to delve into every minute facet of group members' personal lives, as if knowing where Ben Gibbard went to high school would make me appreciate Death Cab on a deeper level. Sometimes music is compelling enough to affect you without having names or faces attached to it. The extent of what I know about Letting Up Despite Great Faults (aside from the excessively lengthy name) is that they're a shoegaze-y band from Los Angeles. Their self-titled debut album is a gorgeous collection of songs about being young and optimistic, yet completely unsure of the future. It's sadness,resignation, and falling in love with someone new on a night on the town because you're youthful and fueled by drugs and alcohol. Songs like "Our Younger Noise" and "The Colors Aren't You or Me" are incredibly beautiful and manage to capture the misguided innocence of Generation ME.
In Steps
Our Younger Noise
The Colors Aren't You or Me
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