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Private Eleanor-No Straight Lines

privateeleanorBand Name: Private Eleanor
Album Name: No Straight Lines
Best Element: Very strong musicianship throughout
Genre: Indie Rock
Label Name: The Beechfields
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Private Eleanor strives for individuality in a market flooded by indie-folk-rock artists, and in their struggle, they have succeeded. No Straight Lines is an infectious, engaging indie rock album with a certain something to the sound that is all their own.

Their overall sound is very pleasing to the ear and very relaxing, evoking a feeling of driving through a rural countryside at noon with the sun bright overhead, completely at ease and singing along. This is due to the fact that the musicianship on No Straight Lines is incredible. The use of strings in many places throughout the CD is excellent, adding an ethereal quality wherever they are used. At times, there is just a hint of keyboard, adding the same type of delicate feeling. The vocals are haunting and beautiful.

The writing on No Straight Lines is incredible as well. Each song is mature and poetic, encompassing a particular moment in time or a feeling that is hard to express in words. This is always done cleverly and with a minimal amount of cliché, as each song sets you up for a story that you really want to hear. Lyrics that stand out are from “Seventeen”: “On a two-lane blacktop that runs southeast to an ocean we can’t see/you are waiting for me to flip the tape/to play a song to keep you awake/But there are no love songs/when it’s right, you know.” More memorable lines come from “Babe Ruth”: “Babe Ruth died on a Monday in August/Made the front page for the first time in years/That was the paper my daddy read in the waiting room the day I got here/He knew that he’d be in those pages too someday.”

For anyone who is into indie rock in the vein of Death Cab for Cutie or Bright Eyes, but with a soothing undertone like that of The Shins, Private Eleanor’s No Straight Lines is not a CD to be missed.

–Andrea Caruso