I could easily rustle up praise for every track
on the album; notwithstanding a title that says too much weed at best
and religious cult at worst, Infinite Light is solid. And its
overall quality owes more than a small debt to the fact that Webber and Wells
have the good taste and modesty to keep it at 10 songs (supporting my long-held
conviction, anyway, that if rock bands want to pack more than 10 tracks or 40
minutes of material on an LP, they should have to petition a court first). That
said, if these guys happen to have any more casually gorgeous songs like these
just lying around, I'd love to hear them.-- Amy
Granzin, Pitchfork
August 2009 Archives
I could easily rustle up praise for every track
on the album; notwithstanding a title that says too much weed at best
and religious cult at worst, Infinite Light is solid. And its
overall quality owes more than a small debt to the fact that Webber and Wells
have the good taste and modesty to keep it at 10 songs (supporting my long-held
conviction, anyway, that if rock bands want to pack more than 10 tracks or 40
minutes of material on an LP, they should have to petition a court first). That
said, if these guys happen to have any more casually gorgeous songs like these
just lying around, I'd love to hear them.-- Amy
Granzin, Pitchfork
The Ruminant Band is another step in the subtly evolving
but endlessly blissful pop sound of Fruit Bats. Never ones to bog
themselves down in minor-chord drudgery, frontman Eric D. Johnson and his band
craft eleven bright and shimmering new songs here, ranging from
dust-kicking stompers to extended country-rock jams. But for all its
exploration, the album still finds the band on the same path. As always,
they mine the hazy sounds of Gram Parsons and
