Singer/songwriter Daniel Tashian’s Silver Seas create the kind of soft rock that belies the denigratory trappings of the tag.
From the heartsick melancholy of the title track, to the lush bossa nova lilt of “A Night On the Town”, to the perky pop of “Karaoke Star”. Tashian’s excellent vocals and stellar songwriting are the through line of a fine, overlooked LP.
Ironic and sad that in our previous post of a Walker Hayes song (the brilliant “You Broke Up with Me”) we singled out for praise an uncommon lyrical freshness that went counter to the prevailing trend in contemporary country of piling cliche on cliche to make the same song again and again, year after year.
Perusing Hayes’ website for news of a follow-up to 2017’s Boom, I came across a new song (“Country Stuff”) which is probably the tallest stinkin’ pile of…uh, cliche on record.
In other words, this guy went from being (in this writer’s opinion) the Great Hope for the genre finding its way out of its current (un)creative mire to authoring possibly the genre’s most monumental exercise in banal formula.
So we went back to 2017 and “Dollar Store” to show you how brilliant and witty Hayes can be.
But we include the link to “Country Stuff” for perspective’s sake. Compare it lyrically to both “Dollar Store” and “You Broke Up with Me” (also linked below) and you’ll see a stark contrast between county as it could be and country as it unfortunately too often is.
Dollar Store
Saw a penny picked it up Lady be a little luck Stuck it in my pocket, hey Wasn’t earned but it’s saved 50 cents in the console… cha ching 39 on the floor… bada bing 10 more till we got it made, babe, in the cash shade Shopping time there’s a dime in the ashtray
Uh, woohoo Mama let my money say I love you We takin’ you and this GW Down to the dollar store Buy you whatever you holla for Uh, woohoo Baby I’m a million bucks from rich But I can grant you a discount wish Down at the dollar store Buy you whatever you holla for
Baby, It’s your birthday I’mma be your sugar dad Don’t even think about checkin’ one price tag Whatch you want, flips flops? Toothbrush, Clorox Shasta, pop rocks EPT… hope not! Paper plates saying’ happy Halloween Candles smellin’ like cookies & cream St. Patrick’s day party hat with elastic strings Girl you look fine in green
Uh, woohoo Mama let my money say I love you We takin’ you and this GW Down to the dollar store Buy you whatever you holla for Uh, woohoo Baby I’m a million bucks from rich But I can grant you a discount wish Down at the dollar store Buy you whatever you holla for…
Girl, they got silly string, travel Scope Knock off cereal Ketchup, picture frames Flash light, key chains Paddle ball, Tylenol, Mardi Gras confetti Drop it in the cart, watch me roll it to regi’
Uh, woohoo I’mma let my money say I love you We takin’ you and this GW Down to the dollar store Buy you whatever you holla for Uh, woohoo Baby I’m a million bucks from rich But I can grant you a discount wish Down at the dollar store Buy you whatever you holla for