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by The Faint

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This debut by The Faint stands out as some of the most intelligent pop music around today. The hook-laden vocal melodies, strong choruses, and occasional keyboard motifs provide a solid pop foundation which is then broadened by disjointed guitar sounds. They effectively combine the aggressive new wave aesthetic found in an Elvis Costello record with the multilayered sound of the Cure. The 12 tracks on Media are an even mix of 90's indie rock and 80's mainstream pop.

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released March 24, 1998

1998 Saddle Creek

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The Faint Omaha, Nebraska

Dudes from Omaha that grew up on punk, noise, death metal, new wave, techno, & skateboarding.

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Track Name: Syntax Lies
understand I don’t care if I meet you/ and you don’t care if we meet/ its just conversation/ we’re not so compatible/ but at least we know/ and we don’t care/ syntax lies/ no difference in art and life/ just what we say/ and the order the words go/ it’s time, we’ve needed an aggravist/ one that wouldn’t make us laugh/ and has severed how we used to speak/ concepts of language around his waist/ but more dimensionally versed/ he has severed how we used to speak/ call it backwards/overlapping/ ultramodern/ “more slowly”/ they mistook it/ for religion/ but the truth unfolds/ we de-vo/ without knowing/ same language equals same story/ the new version/ is confusing/ sharp tongue/ glass blood/ grammar its comedic/ we’re corrected/we need a/ stoplight division to the next calendar...year/ understand it’s just conversation/ but it eliminates how I really feel.
Track Name: Some Incriminating Photographs
passenger leaves I know the pictures turned out too clearly some felt blank but still others emit true feeling once he liked it twice he needed it was three until he stands believing the reason he can’t pursue it the list goes on and on so what went wrong is your destination dwelling deep inside my all secluded loop my lungs will not push for ways to say my arms are crossing just in case of you but the difference I couldn’t tell seams fall out of place when he agrees to pardon he wakes beneath her glaring stare he’s not locked in anymore with all these plans and separations the two weren’t burying stones and what happens near the others there is still a shadow following him around he’s scarred by stalking through the wearied entrance to his sunburnt heart her locking fists remind him who she wants.
Track Name: As The Doctor Talks
all the doctor talk/ of all the doctor trouble/ all the time paid off/ but there’s a night to remember when the quarters stopped/ diving in the cup/ Dr. back to work stumbling through the hall/ he made it to a room/ a lady old and callused/ is staring back at him/ he doesn’t think that she notices/ As the Dr. talks/ his stumbling causes trouble/ they breath a bit at (his) breath/ once the surgery’s over/ hey Daniel Eckerson/ where’s your sadness/ your apathy/ has mother’s crying/ but it’s nothing till it comes to a court who finds a hole in the defense/ he stays when they cannot prove beyond a doubt/ a word of what was said/ and the Dr. choked/ his hearing started Monday/ all his time ran out/ since the media ran it/ hey Daniel Eckersen/ where’s your sadness?/ your apathy has left a knife in her gut.
Tandem: we hear the talk/ we settle down/ release the thought/ we get along/ I don’t know which is better now, this/ backwardness or my own imbalance, we can/ stand each other when there’s nothing else/ there is no/ way to compromise when/ no one cares/ when the action dies, the crowd awakes to the truth/ this city was cut from your saga/ so hold yourself for the first in line/ or wait until the action dies
Track Name: Tandem: City To City
we hear the talk/ we settle down/ release the thought/ we get along/ I don’t know which is better now, this/ backwardness or my own imbalance, we can/ stand each other when there’s nothing else/ there is no/ way to compromise when/ no one cares/ when the action dies, the crowd awakes to the truth/ this city was cut from your saga/ so hold yourself for the first in line/ or wait until the action dies
Track Name: Repertoire Of Uncommon Depth
our eyes are moving/ forward faster than/ these tangled chords/ I noticed that you want to leave/ we’re burnt out fast/ deciding who could complicate us and/ what comes next/ so here’s my proposition: while our work gets started/ we’ll keep expected formula strong/ but I guess I won’t be with who I belong/ and here’s my job/ but I miss something/ my line of focus is centered on narrow thinking/ and not from what I think is good on its own/ Its fading out/ well who can’t do it?/ pop is based on the most intimate (ah) charge/ but where it’s at/ the scene permit it/ they’re not concerned with technique/ feeling is all/ and when words spit out and I disintegrate/ maybe I’m not in such control/ maybe I needed enough to get me through this/ and then into breaking up form
Track Name: Typing: 1974-2048
I’ve been typing for hours while he waits alone in the bushes there’s a guy on the back lawn he can look under mats but he won’t get in he scales the walls with almost no sound I’m sitting dead still with the light on I’m sending off my resignation before he gets to all I got I’m staring at nothing my frozen joints all broke away I’m sending off to find them
Track Name: Lullaby For The…
They were confused/ they were in luck/ they figured it out/ who had all made it up/ the man in the sky is angry tonight/ and the kid’s don’t care anymore
Track Name: Acting; On-Campus Television
campus is getting bigger they are working on it all the time/ Acting on the TV/ I can see their faces/ red alert the siren’s loud the drafted are all coming back/ this-job takes dedication/ when things start with no beginning/ (it) doesn’t mean that they aren’t true/ as the current through the atlas/ nips the wrist with a fork through it/ half the battles fueled with hate/ “many loathsome fights were sacred”/ shout the crew who hold their swatches/ they paint on the set and cry/ ice is plastic enough to try to sculpt with it/ (the) color curdles and waves drip down/ (and) I’m still thinking about the time a scene takes them/ the dormitories are awful quiet/ Acting on the T.V./ and he’s not pretending/ I’m convinced that there’s not someone else beneath/ the pixeled screen/ an army edit/ the set was finished last/ ice is plastic enough/ to try to sculpt with it/ (the) color curdles and waves drip down/ (and) I’m still thinking about the time a scene takes them/ the dormatories are awful quiet/ and these swollen eyes/ and static lens/ they blink when there’s nothing but T.V./ we beg for it/ to calm us down/ These swollen eyes and/ static lens/ They blink on and off
Track Name: <===> (Getting/Giving The Lock)
They were partners in crime/ when the wife admits/ that her son had been taking what the neighbors have missed/ there’s a law in the city/ and it’s clear as a nail/ you don’t blame who you have/ you just take who you steal/ but nobody told him that “it’s up to you deciding/ you’re getting the lock/ or giving it”/ his family moans in disapproval/ it’s damaging but not threatening/ The partners in crime/ were ahead at the finish/ the P.I. started detecting where the family had lived/ and his jaw started to squeak/ and the kid started to spill/ he attached to the manila/ that he had hired them all/ The lieutenant underestimated his need for notoriety/ He spilled when they told him it was “up to you deciding, you’re getting the lock or giving it” his family moaned..
Track Name: Amorous In Bauhaus Fashion
Her brow: pensive/ her knees away/ I stand beside her/ but I look straight ahead/ and dissolve/ before the night began Herring St./ a book from school kept me wondering/ this may take a while/ I might never see this through/ They said that chapter Four repeats itself/ along with three so far/ where are you tonight?/ its crowded at the sokol club/ and tonight will be the same/ I want her walk to scream her confidence above me/ I try to hide my thoughts/ and I stare blankly through her face/ this seems so senseless/ she sees me breathing/ my hands are crippled clay/ this could have been different/ I hear myself saying again
Track Name: There's Something Not As Valid When The Scenery Is A Postcard
deliver this morning/ our clothes are hung to dry/ we’re visiting the seiling’s/ on the shore of the puget sound/ the scenery gets a hold of you like a bad record/ there’s something not as valid when the scenery’s a postcard/ and the view from the glass is just the gloss upon the finish/ and the conversations people have about the lush surroundings are all tainted by the cards they got from traveling companions (Olympia)/ Olympia is shorter to the street than what I thought/ the view from in the city/ isn’t scenery at all/ but it gets a hold of you like a bad record
Track Name: An Allusion Passes Through The Bar
loud for a reason/ the reason wasn’t what was heard/ the traffic had died down/ the road congestion has moved to the bars/ where a lot arrived in make up/ one is standing with her back against the wall/ one shot, an allusion passes through her sunken eyes/ while he waits/ on some kind of tragic dose before he moves in/ and I don’t know why this feeling cause me to leave/ but I do know why he’s lining up/ distant raise, no commitment at all/ I want the standard of coupling introduced to myself/ (a) key for a companion/ I need to move away/ all I do is watch/ I wish I could battle it or care/ The rest arrive in make up/ they’re assertive in a bar where no one cares/ and I don’t know why seeing this causes me to leave/ and I don’t know how/ but repeating this forms by belief/ one shot a day/ one chance for penance/ free will is calling me closer to the grave/ no one saves us/ we stint the appraisals
Track Name: Defy The Ailments
our training’s almost done/ the graduation’s near/ the experience of loosing the diversion of my memory/ has led to no conclusion/ other than I motion silently/ when an instance I recall (or should recall, I mean) arises, I can’t delay/ I cannot get caught; defy the ailments/ I wonder where they come from/ I wonder where they come from/ I wonder what the hell they’ll do with me when I’m older/ I’ll stumble through the market forgetting what the hell I’ve come there for/ defy the ailments.