[Today’s Young Writers entries are both reviews of My Morning Jacket’s Evil Urges. The view from sixth grade will be posted in a bit.]

My Morning Jacket Evil Urges www.mymorningjacket.com

One tends to judge what an entire CD will sound like by the first couple of songs. For My Morning Jacketโ€™s CD Evil Urges, that does not work. With its up and down moments in the scale from โ€œINCREDIBLE! I LOVE IT!โ€ to โ€œGood Lord, this song should be illegal!โ€ in the end one tends to have a headache trying to balance out the good and bad parts of the whole CD.

First off, I would like to point out the way that, in a few songs, they seem to strain their voices. Wait. Thatโ€™s an understatement. More like, โ€œDo, Re, Mi, Fa, So La Ti DDDDDDOOOOO!!!!!โ€

I truly recommend that NO ONE hear โ€œHighly Suspiciousโ€ at high volume. Not only that, but the deep, slow drawl of the โ€œHighly Suspiciousโ€ choir is an absolutely frightful comparison to the high-pitched main singer. And you are condemned to hear the choir repeating โ€œHIGHLY SUSPICIOUSโ€ in weird melodramatic, want-to-be-opera-like voices chiming in your head for the rest of your day and dreams. The words make absolutely no sense. In โ€œHighly Suspicious,โ€ the song is batted down to the myths of hell by these very first words:

“Wasting time home alone dotting your Iโ€™s, peanut butter pudding surprise!”

I wonder how peanut butter pudding tastes?

Even still, most every song has beautiful lyrics โ€” except โ€œTouch Me or Iโ€™ll Scream.โ€ Other songs like โ€œLibrarianโ€ contained a nice rhythm and three-star words. โ€œRemnants,โ€ โ€œIโ€™m Amazedโ€ and โ€œThank You Tooโ€ deserve to be mentioned among the better as well.

I now realize exactly what the great saying means about judging a book by its cover. This is a fool of a cover. Itโ€™s an incredibly gorgeous frost of gold but inside itโ€™s cheap metal. In the end, I wouldnโ€™t pay my money for this CD! Not over my dead body!

P.S. Please be aware of the eyes that pop out of the little boxes on the inside of the case. They will hunt you. – Evelyn Flores

Chris Gray is the former Music Editor for the Houston Press.