Rah Rah‘s latest album, “The Poet’s Dead,” is ambiguous. Which makes sense. Is that comma supposed to be a contraction–the Poet “is” dead? Or is this about the dead owned by the Poet?
I prefer to think the latter. And here’s why: The album is a jumble of jammy indie rock, Americana singles, ballads, cries, guitar solos, awesome vocals…There’s bodies everywhere. This band has a tight fanbase, and I’ve never been a big part of it until now, but I’m saying this is their best, most interesting album so far. The listener never knows what is coming next; but whatever it is, it’s never a let down.
I’m wrong, of course. The title track says: “The poetry is in your head/Though the poet’s dead.” But I like my version better. Either way, though, the album speaks to me. I love it.
And if you go to their website, they’re giving away a remix album for FREE! (Well, actually, it costs you an e-mail. But whatever–that’s almost free.)