It's not often that I get to cover something that seems to be virtually ignored but today I get to cover two such albums, both uncovered by Pitchfork (earlier it was Stellastarr*). I found a review of this album that repeatedly compares this band to The Postal Service. I'm going to say that this reviewer doesn't have any clue what he's talking about.

Plushgun doesn't sound like The Postal Service so much as it sounds like... something else... that isn't like---OK, you know what, when a band like Owl City can so thoroughly ape The Postal Service's sound and get away with it just fine, you're just an asshole for comparing anything else to The Postal Service. It's just not possible for a band to sound more like The Postal Service than Owl City, so let's just forget that anyone ever compared Plushgun to The Postal Service because they're not at all alike. Now that I've said "The Postal Service" six times I'll just move on.

Plushgun came to me much in the same way Kyle Andrews did, handed to me by my girlfriend who picked up the album on the cheap based on cute album art. Much like that Kyle Andrews album, Plushgun's suffers from having one standout track that is so good it overshadows most of the others, and that track is, yes, you guessed it, you might be listening to it right now, Just Impolite which begs comparisons to The Postal Servi---OH FUCK, I just did it myself.

Whatever.

This is one of those songs that feels immediately familiar. I like it a bit, but not enough to fall in love with the rest of the album. If you like this song A LOT then you'll probably love the album. Check it out, fall in love with it, and then promote it to all your Pitchfork reading friends who missed out on it because Pitchfork doesn't seem to review albums that merely strike the lukewarm chords. Stupid Pitchfork.