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MP3 Charlie Glasspool and the Big Love - Mudtown

"Mudtown" is a love letter to a small town. Raised in Markdale, Ontario, Canada, Glasspool and his band of locals sing melancholic and animated odes to their home, capturing the quirky and often amusing nature of small town existence.

10 MP3 Songs in this album (36:16) !
Related styles: Pop: Quirky, Electronic: Folktronic, Mood: Fun

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Charles Glasspool and the Big Love are polysonically perverse. The music and lyrics are, at root, Glasspool’s; yet, they convene in a crowd, and in such a way that Wholeness and Fulfilment take a back seat, or better, are abandoned bound and gagged in the trunk. With the parents out of the house, the adolescent boinks-and-blips of banjo and piano can finally fornicate with teaming bits of electronica and guitar, all the while shaded in semi-modesty by luxuriant sheets of Apollonian sustain: flute, cello, organ, violin, and bass. Lovely lady voices smooth what’s rough and are themselves raddled, backlit as if by gravel. In the song Jason (Let''s Be Average), a committed pair of swelling lungs release moist and deflated lyrics abjuring excellence, as if salvation depended on mediocrity being something it can’t: “Let’s be mediocre, with all of our might!” Wholeness and Fulfilment remain at bay. And perversion is left to its play; it must be allowed to play because only Play can lead to Whimsy and to acknowledgement that “love falters and trips.” Indeed, Love is such because it does so.

All this nonsense aside, Charles Glasspool and the Big Love formed out of incorrigible necessity. The members live in something of a hinterland, too far-flung from Collingwood’s slopes of chateaued leisure and too close to nowhere. Artists and artisanal hippies are strewn throughout a tight-knit network of outposts and venues, but isolation remains a constant threat to creative exchange. They all hoe their row as best they can, in-and-around a nuclear powered Tory moustache whose wet dream it is to see a hockey puck eclipse the moon. In my view, the Big Love gathered to forge a united front, galvanized by the desperate hope that there must be something more to look forward to than hitting on Georgian College meat at the Harb on Saturday night.

Necessity breeds an almost entrepreneurial attitude, a resolve to make things work. When I first met the band I had just moved to town, and was desperate for friends. I was eager to make an impression, to connect, and to help kindle a fragile creative fire in Grey County. I think everyone was. The band''s family and network of support has continued to evolve. I myself am now stationed some 3000 miles away from Charles Glasspool and the Big Love. Still, I like to consider myself something of a foreign correspondent, or adjunct professor. I know all too well that I left when things were just getting mightily mediocre.

Andrew Kear, Winnipeg, Summer 2009

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