Each one of the albums that came before it show the genesis of wit and musicianship that makes up the building blocks of their latest release. Whether it is the chunky earnestness of Cynical’s “Scott Bakula” lamenting that it was simply impossible to be as wonderful and caring as Bakula in his glory days of Quantum Leap, the folly of attempting to prescribe teenage happiness through medications in Loser of the Year’s “Prozac Girl” (also featured in an earlier incarnation on their debut album, Radio Free Earth), the lovely despair that regretfully rides the melody of Radio Free Earth’s “Defeated,” or the swirling loveliness that is Loser of the Year’s title track — it all points to one thing.
Sunspot is no blinding flash-in-the-pan that has managed to catch lightning in a bottle and record a wonderful album. Instead, they are a wonderfully talented band that has worked over the past ten years to hone their craft as well as give themselves time to grow and become the band that they are today.
It’s a shame that more bands don’t get the chance (or time) to grow and mature into their talents, as has Sunspot. It would be an even bigger shame, though, if it managed to happen and nobody was there to applaud.
I’m here, though, clutching my copies of their albums and eagerly awaiting any new release that Sunspot may put out. Hopefully, those of you brave enough to tolerate my usual chaotic and rambling style of writing, can see through my clumsy words and get a sense of my genuine admiration for this band.
A band that I might otherwise have never heard of, had I not pulled my head out of my cave and simply allowed myself to listen.
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