tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641408246690262881.post4650630823262860783..comments2008-08-12T07:58:50.439-07:00Ross McMeekinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06194222524772332726noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641408246690262881.post-16322937203847923532008-08-11T23:38:00.000-07:002008-08-11T23:38:00.000-07:00Platypus captures the essence here, and in no small measure by exegeting the name: one part suburban golly, one part soul search -- makes for a savory smirk stew. Yet all great humor makes a serious point, and Prophet's mastery of that art is on display here. Only by hearing (in devolving order) the seeming frivolity of "Freckle Song," the half-serious dare of "Let's Do Something Wrong," and the abandon of "Would You Love Me?" can the listener accept the earnestness at the core of Prophet's stuff, reflected in his chosen epigraph for this album, courtesy of John Cassavetes: "I have a one-track mind. That's all I'm interested in: love -- and the lack of it."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com