When I first put on Firefly Dragonfly it absolutely repulsed me. I mean really, I had like the equivalent of a musical allergic reaction and started having a fit on the floor. I thought it was the most disgusting example of down tempo folk I had ever heard. Just seemed to be these whiney depressed female vocals. Like it just seemed like such a weak weepy, attempt at trying to make an emotional portrayal of musical sadness, and loss and longing and lions and tigers, bleeh how could I even manage to get through this I thought to myself. I was just itching to get through the whole thing so I could right a bad reviews and let the world know how much I didn’t like it.
I could write something completely witty like out of those pretentious free magazines that every town has where they take some popular slogan try to twist it to fit some band or movie or something, you know l like I think the Brad Pitt will really hit the fan this week. You know I could have said some totally smug and snotty like his name/ her name is barely alive, and you would have laughed and and we would have bonded and you would have thought how witty, I bet you no one ever thought of that, or like that before. Or His name is Alive, more like his name is dead, to me anyway. Ha ha hilarious.
But for some strange reason I didn’t immediately tune Firefly Dragonfly out, and I even didn’t skip the tracks and kept listening. Oh I know I started complaining about something else, which is a(totally hilarious)nother story that we don’t need to discuss here. But I did keep listening and in fact as it progressed the strangest, strangest thing started to happen to me. It completely started to grow on me and I paid it more and more attention. And by some strange turn of events by the third track it had absolutely turned me around. Instead of thinking lame, pseudo depressive pop crap, I was then thinking that in fact it was a rather beautiful folkish album.
Reminding me a little of Angels of Light at the times(which is a big plus for me). And the last track is this epic instrumental with a droning bassline that is absolutely haunting,. If it wasn’t so acoustically folk sounding I would want to call it post-rock, but I don’t think that would accurately describe things. No longer did I want to make bad puns at their expense, instead I found myself completely transfixed. In fact I had to listen to the first few tracks again to see what I had missed.
And oh jeez was I ever sad when I realized it was only 4 songs long. I longed for more and more. But there was no more. It reminded me actually why I had checked this out in the first place. See I had once actually really like His Name is alive, I mean don’t get me wrong I was never a really big fan and I couldn’t remember what they sounded like or anything, and I still don’t, but I had once quite appreciated it. And I suppose I wasn’t wrong then.
