Jason Lytle’s debut solo album, Yours Truly, The Commuter, was described in one article as music that “simply crawls by in a maddeningly static mid-tempo blur, going about its melancholy business on the way to nowhere”. Less than favorable then. In fact, Yours Truly, The Commuter has, to date, an aggregate total of only 65% on Metacritic. I suppose if I was a slovenly, cheetos crunching critic who listened to it once and jotted down such “sounds like a continuation of Grandaddy” drivel, I might be inclined to simply dismiss it as well. But the truth is that the last two Grandaddy albums were mere continuations of Grandaddy and Commuter goes well beyond this. It is understated, sure, as realized through its minimal lyrics, but the album’s beauty lies in its subtlety. And subtle is the best vehicle for Lytle’s often hushed, whisper like vocals. At the same time, there is an awful lot going on here when you actually LISTEN. This is music to crawl into, to lay down and fall asleep to, to get up and jump around to, and yes, to commute to. This is an album that makes you ache for its follow-up. This is the best darn album released by anyone in a goodly long time! Not that I suppose anyone cares.See Jason’s mastery of his instruments below!?!
Video :: It's The Weekend by Jason Lytle
