Review / 200 Words Or Less
Failing Myself
Every Day

Rally Point (2007) Michael

Failing Myself – Every Day cover artwork
Failing Myself – Every Day — Rally Point, 2007

A cassette tape release? This is the third one I've received in the mail recently. I don't even know where you get these pressed anymore. Regardless, Every Day is a cool trip down memory lane to a time when Myspace didn't exist and band's relied on word of mouth to promote themselves.

Failing Myself is a one-man musical project from Athens, GA. The four-song tape features a rather dark and dismal mixture of mellow acoustic punk and the singer-songwriter variety. It sounds weird to say that, but I guess if you combined Nirvana, Joy Division, and an acoustic guitar, you'd come somewhere close to this.

I'm not particularly ecstatic about this release, but it's definitely something different than the bulk of the music world. If you're into one-man projects, dark lyrical subjects, and lo-fi recordings, grab a copy.

5.0 / 10Michael • November 8, 2007

Failing Myself – Every Day cover artwork
Failing Myself – Every Day — Rally Point, 2007

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