Sophtwhere Slump

By Paul Margach

In the year when Y2K didn’t materialize, the power of man and machine would seem to be omnipotent. The sublime "He’s Simple, He’s Dumb, He’s The Pilot" opens Grandaddy’s second album and puts man at a technological crossroads. The storyline is maintained throughout and concludes with "So You’ll Aim Toward the Sky," where we start all over again elsewhere. Jason Lytle’s tales of a clash between nature and computers and the band’s combination of pastoral and space-age make the triumph of stylish substance over the substanceless, unstylish wastelands.

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