Yesterday I listened to this song on repeat about eight times a row, turned up loud with all the windows rolled up, smoking about a gram worth of herb in my car, while I drove around Turnbull Canyon. My girlfriend and I had mostly agreed to break up in the most underwhelming manner that we have so far (compared the ten thousand times previous), and this song seemed somewhat therapeutic. It's not how I feel, maybe it's how she feels. I don't know.

There's a lot of greatness in this song. I love the intro loop, the guitar layered over it, the vocalist who sounds kind of like the chick from Metric without the whole, you know, Metric thing (meaning that Mouthful of Diamonds only sounds like it would be in a bizarro-world iPod commercial). I really like the high pitched bleep-squeak accent throughout the song, easiest to hear in the intro loop.

The rest of the album is... well, it's pretty telling when a band opens their album with their strongest track. Usually acts put their strongest song second, and when a band starts with the opening track it usually means the rest of the album mostly sucks (like The Hours with Ali in the Jungle which I'll be posting this week) and that is kind of the case here. Eyelid Movies is not a terrible album, but merely one that is underwhelming especially in contrast to the strength of the first track. YMMV. Maybe you'll love it.