Music Review: The Bittersweets – Goodnight, San Francisco

I'm always amazed when I hear a really good indie album.  While it shouldn't and doesn't matter which label distributes a record, I find myself contemplating the things being pushed from the mainstream out to the edges.  

"There's so many people making really interesting albums," former Toad The Wet Sprocket frontman Glen Phillips told me on the B-Sides Concept Album, and he's absolutely right.  He continued the thought by saying "Indie music has never been better."  

He didn't say the major labels are producing crap.  He didn't have to. They are, and that which is understood need not be explained.  Not everything coming from the majors is bad, but the ratio isn't something to be proud of.  Indie music is flourishing, and it's in part because elements that once seemed vital are now something of a novelty.

Songwriting is what sets The Bittersweets apart from mainstream pop music. You don't hear these kinds of songs on pop radio, but you used to.  As the hip hop sound becomes more and more a dominant force in the pop world, bands that used to work in that world have pushed into other genres. Darius Rucker of Hootie and The Blowfish fame actually has a major hit on country radio.

"Pop is so beat-oriented," Rucker said. "Country is where you can still get that song that makes you remember that old girlfriend or whatever. Country still has a story to it."

So does the music of The Bittersweets. These aren't folk narratives, but these songs are the residual effects of life experiences.  These are the stories of a disappointed optimist.  GNSF isn't a collection of lamentations nor is it all sunshine and roses.  These songs are about people we know, inhabiting the same world most of us live in.  It's a world where things don't often go according to plan.  The weary wander the streets where hearts are broken and tears are cried, yet somewhere in the midst of despair is a faint glimmer of hope.  It's in that contradiction — that struggle to stay above water when everything feels like its pulling downward – that the magic happens.

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