(Tome to the Weather Machine) Chris Weisman, Beatleboro

I first developed a vicious bout of Weisman Fever sometime last year with the songwriter's instant-classic Transparency* (though I seriously doubt many other bloggers/listeners would claim such a charge against the gauntlet of a double-disc. Unabashed opinion: shit is brilliant). Though that record itself is a grower, there's also something about it that was instantly pleasing to the ears. It had to do with his adherance to that Elliott Smith singer-songwriter style, which was gently mat...

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